 | Young Arthur |  |
Thou art the pest that can'st beguile
Our virgins of th' ingenuous smile;
Thou art the lure that mak'st them lisp
Soft languishings, and curl and crisp
Their mincing words, and arm'st their smiles
With tricksy, tempting, wanton wiles.
Our virgins of th' ingenuous smile;
Thou art the lure that mak'st them lisp
Soft languishings, and curl and crisp
Their mincing words, and arm'st their smiles
With tricksy, tempting, wanton wiles.
| Young Arthur | |