Now, all you pretty maids in town,

Take heed of my sad plight.

I've lost a kiss; I'll give a crown

To get it back to-night.

I threw it, poet-like, I own,

Up to a silvery star;

I must confess I might have known

I could not throw so far.

But, oh, surprise! It circled round,

And sank as though 't were laden

With love—when almost to the ground

'T was caught by some young maiden.

And that young maid I wish to find.

I've lost a kiss, alack!

It is not hers. She'll not be kind

Unless she give it back.