London Lyrics — Enigma

ENIGMA

He met her with her milking-cans, Too fast the moments speeded, For while they chat on this and that My _first_ may low unheeded.

And was she call'd a forward jade, And was he graceless reckon'd, Because he stopt the dairy-maid, Enchanted by my _second_?

Though stars in thousands stud the pole, The fields own stars as yellow, And when I gave that last my _whole_, She thank'd a happy fellow.

But she was call'd a forward jade, And I was graceless reckon'd;-- I only kiss'd that dairy-maid, Enraptur'd by my _second_.

ENIGMA