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The rose did caper on her cheek, / Her bodice rose and fell, / Her pretty speech, like drunken men, / Did stagger pitiful.
Her fingers fumbled at her work, -- / Her needle would not go; / What ailed so smart a little maid / It puzzled me to know,
Till opposite I spied a cheek / That bore another rose; / Just opposite, another speech / That like the drunkard goes;
A vest that, like the bodice, danced / To the immortal tune, -- / Till those two troubled little clocks / Ticked softly into one.