On my darling's bosom br Has dropped a living rosy bud, br Fair as brilliant Hesper br Against the brimming flood. br She handles him, br She dandles him, br She fondles him and eyes him: br And if upon a tear he wakes, br With many a kiss she dries him: br She covets every move he makes, br And never enough can prize him. br Ah, the young Usurper! br I yield my golden throne: br Such angel bands attend his hands br To claim it for his own.