Kitty’s charming voice and face;
Siren-like, first took my fancy:
Wit and humor next take place;
And now, I dote on sprightly Nancy.
Kitty tunes her pipe in vain;
With airs most languishing and dying;
Calls me false, ungrateful swain,
And tries, in vain, to shoot me flying.
Nancy, with resistless art,
Always pleasant, gay and witty,
Talk’d her dear self into my heart,
And quite excluded tuneful Kitty.
Dear lovely maids, my fate’s so bad,
I must pursue some other matter;
Kitty, you make me music mad,
You Nancy stem me with your chatter.
Floris