Would you know the kind of maid <br />Sets my heart a flame-a? <br />Eyes must be downcast and staid, <br />Cheeks must flush for shame-a! <br />She may neither dance nor sing, <br />But, demure in everything, <br />Hang her head in modest way <br />With pouting lips that seem to say, <br />"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, <br />Though I die of shame-a!" <br />Please you, that's the kind of maid <br />Sets my heart a flame-a! <br /> <br />When a maid is bold and gay <br />With a tongue goes clang-a, <br />Flaunting it in brave array, <br />Maiden may go hang-a! <br />Sunflower gay and hollyhock <br />Never shall my garden stock; <br />Mine the blushing rose of May, <br />With pouting lips that seem to say <br />"Oh, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, <br />Though I die for shame-a!" <br />Please you, that's the kind of maid <br />Sets my heart a flame-a!<br /><br />William Schwenck Gilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/would-you-know-2/
