There’s a new heart awaiting a tenant,

To whom shall its portals unclose?

Dan Cupid is floating his pennant

At The Sign of the Lily and Rose.

This heart is not offered for selling,

The owner all freely bestows

A hostelry fit for Love’s dwelling,

At The Sign of the Lily and Rose.

There’s a happy smile caught in her dimple,

That only a debutante shows;

And chatter is guileless and simple

At the Sign of the Lily and Rose.

She’s pleased with the veriest trifles,

No artful bewitchment she knows;

But Cupid a sigh or two stifles

At The Sign of the Lily and Rose.

And, indeed, the poor fellow has reason

As he thinks of the long string of beaux

Who’ll successively stop for a season

At The Sign of the Lily and Rose.