Violets and Other Tales/Paul to Virginia (Fin de Siecle)

I really must confess, my dear, I cannot help but love you, For of all girls I ever knew, There's none I place above you; But then you know it's rather hard, To dangle aimless at your skirt, And watch your every movement so, For I am jealous, and you're a flirt.

There's half a score of fellows round, You smile at every one, And as I think to pride myself for basking in the sun Of your sweet smiles, you laugh at me, And treat me like a lump of dirt, Until I wish that I were dead, For I am jealous, and you're a flirt.

I'm sorry that I've ever known Your loveliness entrancing, Or ever saw your laughing eyes, With girlish mischief dancing; Tis agony supreme and rare To see your slender waist a-girt With other fellows' arms, you see, For I am jealous, and you're a flirt.

Now, girlie, if you'll promise me, To never, never treat me mean, I'll show you in a little while, The best sweetheart you've ever seen; You do not seem to know or care, How often you've my feelings hurt, While flying round with other boys, For I am jealous, and you're a flirt.