Who stands before Her sweetheart’s door Once more, once more, With early morning starting? Poor Kate, beware! You’ll enter there A maid so fair— No maid you’ll be departing! Men must have fun, 3690 But when it’s done They’ll up and run— They’re thieves, why should they linger? Poor darlings all, Beware your fall: Do nothing at all Till you’ve got the ring on your finger!
