LE many a fond and blooming maid Attempts thy heart to gain;
And, by thy fatal smile betrayed, Thinks not she strives in vain:
While in those eyes of tender blue They answering passion see,
And in thy sweet expression view The charm...
LE many a fond and blooming maid Attempts thy heart to gain;
And, by thy fatal smile betrayed, Thinks not she strives in vain:
While in those eyes of tender blue They answering passion see,
And in thy sweet expression view The charm...
Let those who're fond of idle tricks,
Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks, And all that sort of fun,
Now hear a tale of idle Jim,
That warning they may take by him, Nor do as he has done