"When I think upon the maidens"
di Philip Ashbrooke

When I think upon the maidens
Whom I swore to love for aye,
Cynthia, Doris and her cousin,
There are still another dozen
Debts my heart can never pay.
Do they scorn me now I wonder,
Did they take it as a game?
Flora, Olive and the others,
How I hated all their brothers!
Fickle Cupid you're to blame!
Years have passed and yet I'm single,
Torn and undecided still,
Clara, Mabel, what a vision!
I can't come to a decision,
And I hope I never will!