Since Chloe is so monstrous fair,
With such an eye and such an air,
What wonder that the world complains
When she each am'rous suit disdains?
Close to her mother's side she clings,
And mocks the death her folly brings
To gentle swains that feel the smarts
Her eyes inflict upon their hearts.
Whilst thus the years of youth go by,
Shall Colin languish, Strephon die?
Nay, cruel nymph! come, choose a mate,
And choose him ere it be too late!
More verses by Eugene Field
- The Three Kings Of Cologne
- Casey's Table D'Hote
- The Bibliomaniac's Bride
- After Reading Trollope's History Of Florence
- Old Spanish Song