A Bunch Of Triolets

TO ---     You like the trifling triolet:          Well, here are three or four.     Unless your likings I forget,     You like the trifling triolet.     Against my conscience I abet          A taste which I deplore;     You like the trifling triolet:          Well, here are three or four.      Have you ever met with a pretty girl          Walking along the street,     With a nice new dress and her hair in curl?     Have you ever met with a pretty girl,     When her hat blew off and the wind with a whirl          Wafted it right to your feet?     Have you ever met with a pretty girl          Walking along the street?     I ran into a lady's arms,          Turning a corner yesterday.     To my confusion, her alarms,     I ran into a lady's arms.     So close a vision of her charms          Left me without a word to say.     I ran into a lady's arms,          Turning a corner yesterday.      How many maids you love,          How many maids love you!     Your conscious blushes prove     How many maids you love.     Each trusts you like a dove,          But would she, if she knew     How many maids you love,          How many maids love you?