Fair, bashful maid without a beau, But with a tender heart and hand On some fond gallant to bestow— Some lucky chap who has the "sand"— I think I fully understand That trusting little heart of thine; So, if you 'll issue the command, I 'll gladly be your valentine. Or you, O regal beauty! know That long your conquest I have planned. If chance my progress has been slow My love to fiercer flame is fanned; And though the quest be contraband, Still must I strive to make you mine. So, servant to your least command, I 'll gladly be your valentine. But, most of all, to you I owe Allegiance, maid whose wealth of land And gold I measured long ago; Your stocks and bonds are of a brand That makes my hungry heart expand, Until I worship at your shrine, Wealth's humble slave—love's deodand. I 'll gladly be your valentine. ENVOY. O fairy of the magic wand! The heart, the grace, the wealth combine In one and make her love me, and I 'll gladly be your valentine. |