PRetty parrot, say, when I was away,
And in dull absence past the day,
What at home was doing?
With chat and play
We were gay,
Night and day,
Good chear and mirth renewing;
Singing laughing all, like pretty pretty poll.
Was no fop so rude, boldly to intrude,
And like a saucy lover wou’d
Court and teaze my lady?
A thing you know,
Made for show,
Call’d a beau,
Near her was always ready,
Ever at her call, like pretty pretty poll.
Tell me with what air, he approach’d the fair,
And how she could with patience bear,
All he did and utter’d?
He still address’d,
Kiss’d, and press’d,
Sung, pratl’d, laugh’d and flutter’d:
Well receiv’d in all, like pretty pretty poll.
Did he go away, at the close of day,
Or did he ever use to stay,
In a corner dodging?
The want of light,
When ‘twas night,
Spoil’d my fight;
But I believe his lodging
Was within her call, like pretty pretty poll.