Jacks from Jack.

Fresh, fragrant, tempting, balmy, red— What fool would send them back? Why do I wish that I were dead, With all these jacks from Jack?

Why do I bite my lips and frown, Tear buttons off my sacque, When, just returning to the town, I get these jacks from Jack?

Alas, for pleasure's giddy whirl, For summer lost, alack! He's off to see some other girl; That's why mere jacks from Jack.