A Certain Young  Lady

THERE'S a certain young lady,
Who's just in her heyday,
   And full of all mischief, I ween;
    So teasing! so pleasing!
    Capricious! delicious!
   And you know very well whom I mean.

With an eye dark as night,
Yet than noonday more bright,
   Was ever a black eye so keen?
    It can thrill with a glance,
    With a beam can entrance,
   And you know very well who I mean.

With a stately step -- such as
You'd expect in a duchess --
   And a brow might distinguish a queen,
    With a mighty proud air,
    That says "touch me who dare,"
   And you know very well whom I mean.

With a toss of the head
That strikes one quite dead,
   But a smile to revive one again;
    That toss so appalling!
    That smile so enthralling!
   And you know very well whom I mean.

Confound her! devil take her! --
A cruel heart-breaker --
   But hold! see that smile so serene.
    God love her! God bless her!
    May nothing distress her!
   You know very well whom I mean.

Heaven help the adorer
Who happens to bore her,
   The lover who wakens her spleen;
    But too blest for a sinner
    Is he who shall win her,
   And you know very well whom I mean.