When I think upon the maidens

When I think upon the maidens

Whom I swore to love for aye,

Cynthia, Doris and her cousin,

There are still another dozen

Debts my heart can never pay.

Do they scorn me now I wonder,

Did they take it as a game?

Flora, Olive and the others,

How I hated all their brothers!

Fickle Cupid you're to blame!

Years have passed and yet I'm single,

Torn and undecided still,

Clara, Mabel, what a vision!

I can't come to a decision,

And I hope I never will!