LOVE my love with an A, because he's Agreeable. I hate him because he's Avaricious. He took me to the Sign of the Acorn, And treated me with Apples. His name's Andrew, And he lives at Arlington. Eleven, twelve, Thirteen, fourteen. Maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids a-kissing; Nineteen, twenty, My stomach's empty |