NEPHON'S SONG 205 



Who wants a gown 



Of purple fold, 

 Embroider'd down 

 The seams with gold ? 



See here ! a Tulip richly laced 

 To please a royal fairy's taste ! 



Who wants a cap 



Of crimson grand ? 

 By great good hap 

 I've one on hand : 



Look, sir! a Cock's-comb, flowering red, 

 'Tis just the thing, sir, for your head ! 



Who wants a frock 



Of vestal hue ? 

 Or snowy smock ? 

 Fair maid, do you ? 



O me ! a Ladysmock so white ! 

 Your bosom's self is not more bright. 



Who wants to sport 

 A slender limb ? 

 I've every sort 

 Of hose for him : 



Both scarlet, striped, and yellow ones : 

 This Woodbine makes such pantaloons ! 



Who wants (hush ! hush !) 



A box of paint ? 

 'Twill give a blush 

 Yet leave no taint : 



This rose with natural rouge is fill'd, 

 From its own dewy leaves distill'd. 



