I’m saying every day
“If I should be a Queen, tomorrow” –
I’d do this way –
And so I deck, a little,
If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
None on me, bend supercilious –
With “This was she –
Begged in the Market place –
Yesterday.”
Court is a stately place –
I’ve heard men say –
So I loop my apron, against the Majesty
With bright Pins of Buttercup –
That not too plain –
Rank — overtake me –
And perch my Tongue
On Twigs of singing — rather high –
But this, might be my brief Term
To qualify –
Put from my simple speech all plain word –
Take other accents, as such I heard
Though but for the Cricket — just,
And but for the Bee –
Not in all the Meadow –
One accost me –
Better to be ready –
Than did next morn
Meet me in Aragon –
My old Gown — on –
And the surprised Air
Rustics — wear –
Summoned — unexpectedly –
To Exeter –
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