Monica

Pardon give to Monica, She is so very fair— Though soft eyes give promises Rosy lips forswear. From the shy droop of her head, You a hope might take; In the hiding cheek, beware, The dainty dimples wake. Pardon give to Monica. Pardon give to Monica. The havoc of her eyes, Yours they will not shun or seek,— There the mischief lies. If the flirting lashes thus Make your day and night, Would the loosing of your bonds Give your heart respite? Pardon give to Monica. Pardon give to Monica. She is so very fair. What those cruel lips may say, Roguish eyes forswear. What knight's heart amid ye all Were not glad to break, That the lips with pity droop, While eyes their laughter take? Pardon give to Monica.