You were a haughty beauty, Polly,

I was the lover melancholy;

And when your fan and you receded,

And all my passion lay unheeded,

If still with tenderer words I pleaded,

I met my rival at the gateway,

And so we fought a duel straightway;

But when Jack hurt my arm unduly,

And you rushed over, softened newly,

And kissed me, Polly! truly, truly,