She had a secret—bonny Bess!

She had a secret—bonny Bess!
She long'd to make it double.
And who, and who the thing shall guess,
He has me for his trouble.

The women mutter'd—shameless minx!
And pass'd her bridling stiffer:
But there was something in the Sphinx
That made the lads quite differ.
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