Dangerous girl? I believe you indeed.
Gad f what " dare-devil eye Watch how she flashes her lightning about.
What? Eh? Dressed like a guy? Well, if you will, but what matter for that, he di t need to care.
Tisn't her elvess, it's her wonderful face at which people turn to stare.
Beautiful figure? Words are weak. To any tragedy queen *Twould be a fortune of itself, Truly I never have seen Anything statelier, finer made, moving or in repose, Than the splendid sweep of her faultless form from her crown to the tips of her toes.
Look at the perfect poise of her head.
ye you over before Seen its equal? Oh, yon have.
The Venus just there by the door Is the only thing I know to match it, and then again nearly as rare Are the exquisite curves of her mouth and chin and the glorious mass of her hair.
Has she got brains? Hum. Just a few.
Not with chaff to be caught, A lesson it seems those dangling sparks soon will be speedily taught Already two tempting offers at least, she has refused, I'm told, A noodle who tendered a title or two, a parcenu proffering gold.
What did they tell you? Oh, indeed. The greatest flirt at the ball?
Bah! Men say that of every girl who's pleasant alike to all Jolly'and fond of fan and chaff—of course she cannot help That boys go falling in love all round and bitten puppies yelp.
In love myself? Oh pray don't make any such fool's retnark Joy in her beauty and love of the girl Giffer—as dawn from dark, Her beauty, I own, I came to see, the girl I do not know.
Now that I've seen her, and one or two friends, I'm off, for I find it slow. Prorevs.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.