Why does she put me to many indignities,
Shifts to prevent myself thinking upon her,
My golden Katie, who loveth not kisses?
I wear my new dresses and put on silk stockings,
All to prevent myself thinking upon her,
Who is more lovely than fair river-lilies.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- Pat Wasn'T Pat Last Night At All
- Tall Trees Along The Road,
- They Say — Priests Say
- Today They Made A Bonfire
- Polytheist