The mignonette

A dame of high degree

Is she, is she,

The gentle Migninette,

And at her side,

In honest pride,

Stands my sweet Bouncing Bet.

Her kerchief folded neat,

And sweet,

Her bodice rosy-red,

My heart she holds,

In its soft folds,

And yet--we do not wed!

For once I raised mine eye

Too high I loved fair Mignonette!

She never knew,

She thought me true

To humble Bouncing Bet.

Sweet hopeless Love, if wise

Soon dies

And "here's a maid," I said,

"She's lovely fair,

And waits, I swear"

And yet I do not wed!