Oh, What Shall I Do? I Am Wholly Upset; I Am Sure I 'll Be Jailed For A Lunatic Yet. I 'll Be Out Of A Job--It's The Thing To Expect When I 'M Letting My Duty Go By With Neglect. You May Judge The Extent And Degree Of My Plight When I 'M Thinking All Day And A-Dreaming All Night, And A-Trying My Hand At A Rhyme On The Sly, All On Account Of A Sparkling Eye. There Are Those Who Say Men Should Be Strong, Well-A-Day! But What Constitutes Strength In A Man? Who Shall Say? I Am Strong As The Most When It Comes To The Arm. I Have Aye Held My Own On The Playground Or Farm. And When I 've Been Tempted, I Haven't Been Weak; But Now--Why, I Tremble To Hear A Maid Speak. I Used To Be Bold, But Now I 've Grown Shy, And All On Account Of A Sparkling Eye. There Once Was A Time When My Heart Was Devout, But Now My Religion Is Open To Doubt. When Parson Is Earnestly Preaching Of Grace, My Fancy Is Busy With Drawing A Face, Thro' The Back Of A Bonnet Most Piously Plain; 'I Draw It, Redraw It, And Draw It Again.' While The Songs And The Sermon Unheeded Go By,-- All On Account Of A Sparkling Eye. Oh, Dear Little Conjurer, Give O'Er Your Wiles, It Is Easy For You, You're All Blushes And Smiles: But, Love Of My Heart, I Am Sorely Perplexed; I Am Smiling One Minute And Sighing The Next; And If It Goes On, I 'll Drop Hackle And Flail, And Go To The Parson And Tell Him My Tale. I Warrant He 'll Find Me A Cure For The Sigh That You 're Aye Bringing Forth With The Glance Of Your Eye.