Roguish Nancy drops her eyelids
Just like Cupid down.
Lifts them slowly up and then bids
That you dare a frown.
...
With colors gay, adown the street,
The drums alert with stirring beat,
Our lads pass by who rode for France.
...
To Nancy
Roguish Nancy drops her eyelids
Just like Cupid down.
Lifts them slowly up and then bids
That you dare a frown.
Winsome Nancy looking at you,
Smiles with sweetest grace.
That the roses glancing upward
Blush to see her face.