Enough now, dear Thomas
I want you to promise-nothing!
Worth less than a shilling
I'll give you no hearing - absurd!
To think I'd take your word!
You see at least I'm cured-you cad!
You ask me why I'm mad? Eileen!
Just last night you were seen -
Come on I'm not sixteen! with HER.
Arm around her waist. Cur!
A sucker no longer...She fell?
Head over heels, she fell?
I shouldn't laugh...please tell me more!
Don't worry on that score!
This tale doesn't bore - but dear,
A witches trick I fear -
she faked the fall, it's clear sweet boy!
you're sweet nature her toy -
she's jealous of our joy - my love
oh say you're not above
forgiving me, my dove - Thomas!