They tempted fate. Can you forget
How they defied all etiquette?
How each blew loud with blades of grass
Whene'er the other chanced to pass?
Methinks I hear the tocsin yet!

With fan and glove she played coquette;
His handkerchief a signal set;
A silly lad, a thoughtless lass,
They tempted fate.

The knowing birds, that scorned the net,
At last within its toils have met.
You need not say, O tell-tale glass!
How long those days are dead. Alas!
But, Sweetheart, does she e'er regret,
They tempted fate?