GEORGE the point grew warm on; Changed religion, Like a pigeon,* And became a Mormon ! * "Like a bird."-Slang expression. A MAIDEN sat at her window wide, Pretty enough for a Prince's bride, Yet nobody came to claim her. She sat like a beautiful picture there, With pretty bluebells and roses fair, And jasmine-leaves to frame her. And why she sat there nobody knows; But this she sang as she plucked a rose, The leaves around her strewing: "I've time to lose and power to choose; 'Tis not so much the gallant who woos, But the gallant's way of wooing!" A lover came riding by awhile, A wealthy lover was he, whose smile "You've still," said she to her suitor stern, "The 'prentice-work of your craft to learn, If thus you come a-cooing. I've time to lose and power to choose; 'Tis not so much the gallant who woos, As the gallant's way of wooing!" A second lover came ambling by- And a colour mantling highly. He muttered the errand on which he'd come, Then only chuckled and bit his thumb, And simpered, simpered shyly. "No," said the maiden, "go your way; I've time to lose and power to choose; A third rode up at a startling pace- No doubts appeared to bind him. He kissed her lips and he pressed her waist, And off he rode with the maiden, placed On a pillion safe behind him. |