Now, all you pretty maids in town,
Take heed of my sad plight.
I've lost a kiss; I'll give a crown
To get it back to-night.
I threw it, poet-like, I own,
Up to a silvery star;
I must confess I might have known
I could not throw so far.
But, oh, surprise! It circled round,
And sank as though‘ t were laden
With love — when almost to the ground
‘ T was caught by some young maiden.
And that young maid I wish to find.
I've lost a kiss, alack!
It is not hers. She'll not be kind
Unless she give it back.