Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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SISS.
Saucy Siss is a sunbeam that breaks through a cloud,
Which it softens in manifold ways
When she plays;
And her mother, the fat apple-woman, is proud
Of the darling who brightens her days,
Though she strays;
If the direst misfortune
Should ever importune
Her presence or path, she would turn it to gold;
There is no one like Siss
For a game or a kiss,
There is no one as bashful and no one as bold.
Which it softens in manifold ways
When she plays;
And her mother, the fat apple-woman, is proud
Of the darling who brightens her days,
Though she strays;
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Should ever importune
Her presence or path, she would turn it to gold;
There is no one like Siss
For a game or a kiss,
There is no one as bashful and no one as bold.
Saucy Siss is arrayed in superior dress,
In a garment of wonderful hue
And light blue;
From a hat that's all feathered and fluffy one tress
Just lets out in soft yellow a clue,
That is true;
For the whole is good metal,
Each bud and each petal,
Each thorn that assures you she's healthy and strong;
There is no one like Siss
For a game or a kiss,
There is no one more ready for sugar or song.
In a garment of wonderful hue
And light blue;
From a hat that's all feathered and fluffy one tress
Just lets out in soft yellow a clue,
That is true;
For the whole is good metal,
Each bud and each petal,
Each thorn that assures you she's healthy and strong;
There is no one like Siss
For a game or a kiss,
There is no one more ready for sugar or song.
Saucy Siss is the joy of her household, and all
Her young playmates float down on the tide
At her side;
She is clothed with such splendour and stands up so tall,
And her petticoat flutters out wide
In its pride;
She has jewels and spangles,
And treasures she dangles
About her, and then her deportment is grand;
There is no one like Siss
For a game or a kiss,
There is no one whose look is like hers a command.
Her young playmates float down on the tide
At her side;
She is clothed with such splendour and stands up so tall,
And her petticoat flutters out wide
In its pride;
She has jewels and spangles,
And treasures she dangles
About her, and then her deportment is grand;
There is no one like Siss
For a game or a kiss,
There is no one whose look is like hers a command.
Saucy Siss is the plague and the blessing of each
Who is hers by affection or kin,
And steps in
To her web for the victims she knows she can reach
With the wiles she is eager to spin
As a gin;
She seems evermore smiling
And gay and beguiling,
And coaxes out coins you determined to keep;
There is no one like Siss
For a game or a kiss,
There is no one as regnant awake or asleep.
Who is hers by affection or kin,
And steps in
To her web for the victims she knows she can reach
With the wiles she is eager to spin
As a gin;
She seems evermore smiling
And gay and beguiling,
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There is no one like Siss
For a game or a kiss,
There is no one as regnant awake or asleep.
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