Monica
Pardon give to Monica,
She is so very fair—
Though soft eyes give promises
Rosy lips forswear.
From the shy droop of her head.
You a hope might take;
In the hiding cheek, beware,
The dainty dimples wake.
Pardon give to Monica.
Pardon give to Monica,
The havoc of her eyes.
Yours they will not shun or seek,—
There the mischief lies.
If the flirting lashes thus
Make your day and night,
Would the loosing of your bonds
Give your heart respite?
Pardon give to Monica.
Pardon give to Monica,
She is so very fair.
What those cruel lips may say,
Roguish eyes forswear.
What knight’s heart amid ye all
Were not glad to break,
That the Ups with pity droop.
While eyes their laughter take?
Pardon give to Monica.
