Ladies of leisure, with their eyes on the back roads ---

All looking for strangers, to whom they extend welcomes

With a smile and a glimpse of pink knees and elbows;

Of satin and velvet --- good ladies, good fortune.

Ladies.

They sing of their heroes: of solitary soldiers

Invested in good health and manner most charming.

Whose favors are numbered (none the less well intended)

By hours in a minute; by those ladies who bless them.

Ladies.