On asking, with whom she is courting,
She does say that she is being courted
By no one, in assurance comforting;
Yet she speaks, with an air convoluted,
That she has been married to five;
Indeed to her sublime veracity and wit
And bravery, and her pure soul so naive,
And her nonpareil beauty exquisite.
Her pure heart is a shining red ruby,
A diamond worthy of her may impress,
I'm unworthy, with her touch gold I'd be.
Yet upon me she showers not her grace.
Oh! I wish her the diamond worthiest
For I know she'll be then the happiest.