I know a maiden, shy and sweet,

With eyes of hazel, soft and merry ;
She keeps the nicest little store

And makes the best confectionery.
At evening as I homeward stroll,

Especially if it 's rather late,
I step inside to pass the time

And take a currant cake from Kate.

And, as I sit and nibble cake,

A pleasant mem'ry o'er me rushes :
W^hile she behind the counter stands,

Concealed in modest, maiden blushes.
I know right well I need n't fear

A rival in another man,
For well I know that Kitty thinks

That none the cake can take from Khan,