But Mrs. Dodd's severe taste in music rejected those ignoble jerks, and
her enthusiastic daughter having the option to hymn immortal Constancy or
mortal Fat, decided thus:--

When like the early rose,
Aileen aroon,
Beauty in childhood glows,
Aileen aroon,

When like a diadem,
Buds blush around the stem,
Which is the fairest gem?
Aileen aroon.

Is it the laughing eye?
Aileen aroon.
Is it the timid sigh?
Aileen aroon.

Is it the tender tone?
Soft as the string'd harp's mean?
No; it is Truth alone,
Aileen aroon.

I know a valley fair,
Aileen aroon.
I know a cottage there,
Aileen aroon.