THERE'S just a twinkle in your eye That seems to say I MIGHT, if IWere only bold enough to try An arm about your waist.
I hear, too, as you come and go, That pretty nervous laugh, you know;And then your cap is always so Coquettishly displaced.
Your cap! the word's profanely said.
That little top-knot, white and red, That quaintly crowns your graceful head, No bigger than a flower, Is set with such a witching art, Is so provocatively smart, I'd like to wear it on my heart, An order for an hour!
O graceful housemaid, tall and fair, I love your shy imperial air, And always loiter on the stair When you are going by.
A strict reserve the fates demand;
But, when to let you pass I stand, Sometimes by chance I touch your hand And sometimes catch your eye.
