Ne Sit Ancillae Tibi Amor Pudor
THERE'S just a twinkle in your eye
That seems to say I MIGHT, if I
Were only bold enough to try
An arm about your waist.
I hear, too, as you come and go,
That pretty nervous laugh, you know;
And then your cap is always so
Your cap! the word's profanely said.
That little top-knot, white and red,