You know, when Lord Rigmarole's carriage, When I heard I was going abroad, love, My own Araminta, say "No"!' We parted! but sympathy's fetters I muse o'er your exquisite letters, 40 45 50 And feel that your heart is mine still; And he who would share it with me, love,— If he's not what Orlando should be, love, 55 My own Araminta, say 'No!' If he wears a top-boot in his wooing, If he comes to you riding a cob, 60 If he talks of his baking or brewing, My own Araminta, say 'No!' If he studies the news in the papers While you are preparing the tea, If he talks of the damps or the vapors While moonlight lies soft on the sea, If he's sleepy while you are capricious, If he has not a musical 'Oh!' If he does not call Werther delicious,My own Araminta, say 'No!' If he ever sets foot in the City Among the stockbrokers and Jews, If he has not a heart full of pity, If he don't stand six feet in his shoes, If his lips are not redder than roses, If his hands are not whiter than snow, If he has not the model of noses,My own Araminta, say 'No!' If he speaks of a tax or a duty, If he does not look grand on his knees, If he's blind to a landscape of beauty, Hills, valleys, rocks, waters, and trees, If he dotes not on desolate towers, 65 70 75 80 85 |