Would You Know?
WOULD you know the kind of maidSets my heart a flame-a?Eyes must be downcast and staid,Cheeks must flush for shame-a!She may neither dance nor sing,But, demure in everything,Hang her head in modest wayWith pouting lips that seem to say,“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,Though I die of shame-a!”Please you, that’s the kind of maidSets my heart a flame-a!
When a maid is bold and gayWith a tongue goes clang-a,Flaunting it in brave array,Maiden may go hang-a!Sunflower gay and hollyhockNever shall my garden stock;Mine the blushing rose of May,With pouting lips that seem to say“Oh, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,Though I die for shame-a!”Please you, that’s the kind of maidSets my heart a flame-a!