When I think upon the maidens
  Whom I swore to love for aye,
Cynthia, Doris and her cousin,
There are still another dozen
  Debts my heart can never pay.

Do they scorn me now I wonder,
  Did they take it as a game?
Flora, Olive and the others,
How I hated all their brothers!
  Fickle Cupid you're to blame!

Years have passed and yet I'm single,
  Torn and undecided still,
Clara, Mabel, what a vision!
I can't come to a decision,
  And I hope I never will!