"NEVER shall a young man,

                                  Thrown into despair

                                  By those great honey-coloured

                                  Ramparts at your ear,

                                  Love you for yourself alone

                                  And not your yellow hair.'

                                 "But I can get a hair-dye

                                  And set such colour there,

                                  Brown, or black, or carrot,

                                  That young men in despair

                                  May love me for myself alone

                                  And not my yellow hair.'

                                 "I heard an old religious man

                                  But yesternight declare

                                  That he had found a text to prove

                                  That only God, my dear,

                                  Could love you for yourself alone

                                  And not your yellow hair."