A fool for my doubting and dreaming
And following up and down!
Shall I fill my life with scheming
For a touch of my lady's gown?
Shall I plot from night to morning
For the glance of a woman's eye?
And take the wage of scorning,
And wear shame’s livery?
O footman, O wonder of whiteness
And diplomatic cockade,
O footman of much politeness
For my lady's lady's-maid, —
As you open the door of the carriage,
Just tell her I've gone away,
But will come to dance at her marriage
On somebody's happy day.