TOM.
    There comes a new moon twelve times a year.
BETSY.
    And when there is none, all is dark and drear.
TOM.
    In which I espy —
BETSY.
                       And so, too, do I —
BOTH.
    A resemblance to womankind very clear.
TOM.
    She changes, she’s fickle, she drives men mad.
BETSY.
    She comes to bring light, and leaves them sad.
TOM.
    So restless wild —
BETSY.
                         But so sweetly wild —
BOTH.
    That no better companion could be had.