O queen of rural maids--
My dark-eyed Magaretta--
The heart the mind upbraids
That struggles to forget her!

My love, I know, will seem
A wayward, boyish folly;
But, ah! it was a dream
Most sweet--most melancholy.
Were mine the world's domain,
To me 'twere fortune better
To be a boy again,
And dream of Margaretta.
Oh! memory of the past,
Why linger to regret her?
My first love was my last!
And that is Margaretta!





The Colonel.




The Colonel!--Such a creature!
I met him at the ball!--
So fair in form and feature,