She was a simple country maid,
When William, on a brief vacation,
More pleasantly the time to pass
Essayed flirtation.
And as they strolled in twilight dim,
And near the time of parting drew,
He asked her if she'd like from him
A billet doux?

Of French the simple maid knew naught,
But, deeming it was something nice,
On to a meaning quickly caught
And in a trice
Upwards she turned her dainty head,
Her pretty lips together drew
For purpose plain and coyly said
"Yes, Billy, do!"