I. LADY fair, hanging there, Smiling on me from the wall, Could you speak now, would you tell me Something soft and low, or quell me With a word of coy disdain, Smiling silently again, A lady fair, hanging there, Looking slyly from the wall? II. Lady fair, hanging there, Smiling on me from the wall, Could you know now what I'm thinking As I gaze with drowsy blinking On your face of oily pink, You'd stop smiling, -- for I think, Lady fair, hanging there, You're quite ugly, on the wall. |