 | Young Arthur |  |
Thou'rt an insidious fiend, a pest,
Cov'ring thy fair but faithless breast
(While blushing to attract the eye)
With such a cobweb drapery
As tells of all but modesty.
Cov'ring thy fair but faithless breast
(While blushing to attract the eye)
With such a cobweb drapery
As tells of all but modesty.
| Young Arthur | |