There was an English lass
As pretty as a rose
But chaste she was and never would she play
From her pretty little a-- hands
To her pretty little toes
A waste it was to keep them hid away
The gentlemen who called her she denied
And, like a proper lady would, she cried:

You may paint my portrait and buy me champagne
But don’t kiss me!
You may pet me over and over again
But don’t kiss me!
You may call me ‘darling’ and ask me to dance
For dancing is my cup of tea
No, these lips are not for the taking
But if you’ll only agree
That we never should part, you’ll be breaking my heart
If you don’t kiss me!

No lovers would she claim
All sweethearts would she scorn
But one day as a suitor came to call
She saw that, to her shame
Her stockings she had torn
And at her feet the gentleman did fall
She swished her fan to keep the hound at bay
And, like the bless’d Madonna, did she say:


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