No. II.
“Love, with a witness.”
HEhas shav’d off his whiskers and blacken’d his brows,Wears a patch and a wig of false hair,—But it’s him—Oh it’s him!—we exchanged lovers’ vows,When I lived up in Cavendish Square.He had beautiful eyes, and his lips were the same,And his voice was as soft as a flute—Like a Lord or a Marquis he look’d when he cameTo make love in his master’s best suit.If I lived for a thousand long years from my birth,I shall never forget what he told;How he lov’d me beyond the rich women of earth,With their jewels and silver and gold!When he kissed me and bade me adieu with a sigh,By the light of the sweetest of moons,Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-byeTo my Missis’s tea-pot and spoons!
HEhas shav’d off his whiskers and blacken’d his brows,Wears a patch and a wig of false hair,—But it’s him—Oh it’s him!—we exchanged lovers’ vows,When I lived up in Cavendish Square.He had beautiful eyes, and his lips were the same,And his voice was as soft as a flute—Like a Lord or a Marquis he look’d when he cameTo make love in his master’s best suit.If I lived for a thousand long years from my birth,I shall never forget what he told;How he lov’d me beyond the rich women of earth,With their jewels and silver and gold!When he kissed me and bade me adieu with a sigh,By the light of the sweetest of moons,Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-byeTo my Missis’s tea-pot and spoons!
HEhas shav’d off his whiskers and blacken’d his brows,Wears a patch and a wig of false hair,—But it’s him—Oh it’s him!—we exchanged lovers’ vows,When I lived up in Cavendish Square.
HEhas shav’d off his whiskers and blacken’d his brows,
Wears a patch and a wig of false hair,—
But it’s him—Oh it’s him!—we exchanged lovers’ vows,
When I lived up in Cavendish Square.
He had beautiful eyes, and his lips were the same,And his voice was as soft as a flute—Like a Lord or a Marquis he look’d when he cameTo make love in his master’s best suit.
He had beautiful eyes, and his lips were the same,
And his voice was as soft as a flute—
Like a Lord or a Marquis he look’d when he came
To make love in his master’s best suit.
If I lived for a thousand long years from my birth,I shall never forget what he told;How he lov’d me beyond the rich women of earth,With their jewels and silver and gold!
If I lived for a thousand long years from my birth,
I shall never forget what he told;
How he lov’d me beyond the rich women of earth,
With their jewels and silver and gold!
When he kissed me and bade me adieu with a sigh,By the light of the sweetest of moons,Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-byeTo my Missis’s tea-pot and spoons!
When he kissed me and bade me adieu with a sigh,
By the light of the sweetest of moons,
Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-bye
To my Missis’s tea-pot and spoons!