Hang your humdrum boobies!
Give me something clever;
A fig for clownish boobies,
Jolly boys for ever!

How pleasant the man that is witty,
Who strokes his cravat,
Looks sly, cocks his hat,
Then smiles in my face
With an impudent grace,
And tells me I'm devilish pretty!
But when I look modest upon it,
The rogue peeps under my bonnet,
Then snatches a kiss: I call up a frown,
Though the dear fellow knows that the day is his own.