" MY HEART’S A MERRY ROVER"
My Heart’s A Merry Rover,
Though Innocent Of Wrong;
Forever Beauty’s Lover,
Yet Never Constant Long.
When Coral Lips Are Pouting,
Their Smiling To Disguise,
He Kneels And Loves, Not Doubting
They Are His Richest Prize.
Yet When, Amid His Dreaming,
He Spies A Bosom Fair,
At Once The Rogue Is Scheming
To Gain Admittance There;
Though Should He See The Tresses
That Frame A Pretty Head,
His Love And His Caresses
He Spends On Them Instead.
Then, If Bright Eyes Confuse Him
With Many A Saucy Stare,
The Lips, The Curls, The Bosom
Must Mourn Their Worshiper.
And Yet This Merry Rover
Is Nothing If Not True,
He’s But One Maiden’s Lover,
And, Dearest, She Is You.
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