Cupid’s Lottery
A Lottery, a Lottery,
In Cupid’s Court there used to be;
Two roguish eyes
The highest prize
In Cupid’s scheming Lottery;
And kisses, too,
As good as new,
Which weren’t very hard to win,
For he who won
The eyes of fun
Was sure to have the kisses in.
A Lottery, a Lottery, etc.
This Lottery, this Lottery
In Cupid’s court went merrily,
And Cupid played
A Jewish trade
In this his scheming Lottery;
For hearts, we’re told,
In shares he sold
To many a fond believing drone,
And cut the hearts
In sixteen parts
So well, each thought the whole his own,
A Lottery, a Lottery, etc.
Thomas Moore.