Some ask'd me where the rubies grew,
And nothing I did say,
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.

Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where?
Then spake I to my girl,
To part her lips, and show me there
The quarelets of pearl.

 One ask'd me where the roses grew,
I bade him not go seek;
But forthwith made my Julia show
A bud on either cheek.