For pretty Betty, as she lay
In shadows of the scented hay,
I taxed my Love to find a gem
Of glowing verse, or apothegm.
To grace trie homage I would pay.
" Why not," quoth he, " in roundelay
Beneath her sill to-nieht display
A wreath of song, a diadem
For pretty Betty ? "
" And should those naughty lips convey
By kisses what they ought to say.
What matter ? She will not condemn
The kisses, but returning them,
Will seal to-night thy love to-day
For pretty Betty."