You turn your back, you turn your back,
       &nbsp And never your face to me,
Alone you take your homeward track,
       &nbsp And scorn my company.

What will you do when Charley's seen
       &nbsp Dewbeating down this way?
- You'll turn your back as now, you mean?
       &nbsp Nay, Carrey Clavel, nay!

You'll see none's looking; put your lip
       &nbsp Up like a tulip, so;
And he will coll you, bend, and sip:
       &nbsp Yes, Carrey, yes; I know!