Kitt Hath Lost Her Key

Poor Kitt hath lost her key
But I have one would fit
Her lock if she will try
And do me not deny
I hope she hath more wit.

My key is bright not rusty
It is so oft applied
To locks that are not dusty
Of maidens who are lusty
And not too full with pride.

Then Kitt be not too proud
But try my ready key
That oft that's been allowed
By ladies fair and proud
The best that e'er they see.

You can but try and then
If it fits not, goodbye.
Go to some other man,
And see if any can
Do better, Kitt, than I.

But ne'er come back to me
When you have gone away.
For I shall keep my key
For others, not for thee
So either go or stay.