HAST no one seen my heart of you? My heart has run away; And, if you catch him, ladies, do Return him me, I pray. On earth he is no more, I hear, Upon the land or sea; For the women found the rogue so queer, They sent him back to me. In heaven there is no purchaser For such strange ends and odds, Says a Jew, who goes to Jupiter To buy and sell old gods So there's but one place more to search, That's not genteel to tell, Where demonesses go to church: -- So Christians fair, farewell. |