FANNY.TO FANNY.
FANNY.
FANNY.
“Gay being, born to flutter!”—SALE’SGLEE.
ISthis your faith, then, Fanny!What, to chat with every Dun?I’m the one, then, but of many,Not of many but theOne!Last night you smil’d on all, Ma’am,That appear’d in scarlet dress;And your Regimental Ball, Ma’am,Look’d a little like aMess.I thought that of the Sogers(As the Scotch say) one might doAnd that I, slight Ensign Rogers,Was the chosen man and true.But ’Sblood! your eye was busyWith that ragamuffin mob;—Colonel Buddell—Colonel Dizzy—And Lieutenant-Colonel Cobb.General Joblin, General Jodkin,Colonels—Kelly, Felly, withMajors—Sturgeon, Truffle, Bodkin,And the Quarter-master Smith.Major Powderum—Major Dowdrum—Major Chowdrum—Major Bye—Captain Tawney—Captain Fawney,Captain Any-one—but I!Deuce take it! when the regimentYou so praised, I only thoughtThat you lov’d it in abridgment,But I now am better taught!I went, as loving man goes,To admire thee in quadrilles;But Fan, you dance fandangoesWith just any fop that wills!I went with notes before us,On the lay of Love to touch;But with all the Corps in chorus,Oh! it is indeed too much!You once—ere you contractedFor the Army—seem’d my own;But now you laugh with all the Staff,And I may sigh alone!I know not how it chances,When my passion ever dares,But the warmer my advances,Then the cooler are your airs.I am, I don’t conceal it,But I am a little hurt;You’re a Fan, and I must feel it,Fit for nothing but aFlirt!I dreamt thy smiles of beautyOn myself alone did fall;But alas! “Cosi Fan Tutti!”It is thus, Fan, thus with all!You have taken quite a mob inOf new military flames;—They would make a fine Round RobinIf I gave you all their names!
ISthis your faith, then, Fanny!What, to chat with every Dun?I’m the one, then, but of many,Not of many but theOne!Last night you smil’d on all, Ma’am,That appear’d in scarlet dress;And your Regimental Ball, Ma’am,Look’d a little like aMess.I thought that of the Sogers(As the Scotch say) one might doAnd that I, slight Ensign Rogers,Was the chosen man and true.But ’Sblood! your eye was busyWith that ragamuffin mob;—Colonel Buddell—Colonel Dizzy—And Lieutenant-Colonel Cobb.General Joblin, General Jodkin,Colonels—Kelly, Felly, withMajors—Sturgeon, Truffle, Bodkin,And the Quarter-master Smith.Major Powderum—Major Dowdrum—Major Chowdrum—Major Bye—Captain Tawney—Captain Fawney,Captain Any-one—but I!Deuce take it! when the regimentYou so praised, I only thoughtThat you lov’d it in abridgment,But I now am better taught!I went, as loving man goes,To admire thee in quadrilles;But Fan, you dance fandangoesWith just any fop that wills!I went with notes before us,On the lay of Love to touch;But with all the Corps in chorus,Oh! it is indeed too much!You once—ere you contractedFor the Army—seem’d my own;But now you laugh with all the Staff,And I may sigh alone!I know not how it chances,When my passion ever dares,But the warmer my advances,Then the cooler are your airs.I am, I don’t conceal it,But I am a little hurt;You’re a Fan, and I must feel it,Fit for nothing but aFlirt!I dreamt thy smiles of beautyOn myself alone did fall;But alas! “Cosi Fan Tutti!”It is thus, Fan, thus with all!You have taken quite a mob inOf new military flames;—They would make a fine Round RobinIf I gave you all their names!
ISthis your faith, then, Fanny!What, to chat with every Dun?I’m the one, then, but of many,Not of many but theOne!
ISthis your faith, then, Fanny!
What, to chat with every Dun?
I’m the one, then, but of many,
Not of many but theOne!
Last night you smil’d on all, Ma’am,That appear’d in scarlet dress;And your Regimental Ball, Ma’am,Look’d a little like aMess.
Last night you smil’d on all, Ma’am,
That appear’d in scarlet dress;
And your Regimental Ball, Ma’am,
Look’d a little like aMess.
I thought that of the Sogers(As the Scotch say) one might doAnd that I, slight Ensign Rogers,Was the chosen man and true.
I thought that of the Sogers
(As the Scotch say) one might do
And that I, slight Ensign Rogers,
Was the chosen man and true.
But ’Sblood! your eye was busyWith that ragamuffin mob;—Colonel Buddell—Colonel Dizzy—And Lieutenant-Colonel Cobb.
But ’Sblood! your eye was busy
With that ragamuffin mob;—
Colonel Buddell—Colonel Dizzy—
And Lieutenant-Colonel Cobb.
General Joblin, General Jodkin,Colonels—Kelly, Felly, withMajors—Sturgeon, Truffle, Bodkin,And the Quarter-master Smith.
General Joblin, General Jodkin,
Colonels—Kelly, Felly, with
Majors—Sturgeon, Truffle, Bodkin,
And the Quarter-master Smith.
Major Powderum—Major Dowdrum—Major Chowdrum—Major Bye—Captain Tawney—Captain Fawney,Captain Any-one—but I!
Major Powderum—Major Dowdrum—
Major Chowdrum—Major Bye—
Captain Tawney—Captain Fawney,
Captain Any-one—but I!
Deuce take it! when the regimentYou so praised, I only thoughtThat you lov’d it in abridgment,But I now am better taught!
Deuce take it! when the regiment
You so praised, I only thought
That you lov’d it in abridgment,
But I now am better taught!
I went, as loving man goes,To admire thee in quadrilles;But Fan, you dance fandangoesWith just any fop that wills!
I went, as loving man goes,
To admire thee in quadrilles;
But Fan, you dance fandangoes
With just any fop that wills!
I went with notes before us,On the lay of Love to touch;But with all the Corps in chorus,Oh! it is indeed too much!
I went with notes before us,
On the lay of Love to touch;
But with all the Corps in chorus,
Oh! it is indeed too much!
You once—ere you contractedFor the Army—seem’d my own;But now you laugh with all the Staff,And I may sigh alone!
You once—ere you contracted
For the Army—seem’d my own;
But now you laugh with all the Staff,
And I may sigh alone!
I know not how it chances,When my passion ever dares,But the warmer my advances,Then the cooler are your airs.
I know not how it chances,
When my passion ever dares,
But the warmer my advances,
Then the cooler are your airs.
I am, I don’t conceal it,But I am a little hurt;You’re a Fan, and I must feel it,Fit for nothing but aFlirt!
I am, I don’t conceal it,
But I am a little hurt;
You’re a Fan, and I must feel it,
Fit for nothing but aFlirt!
I dreamt thy smiles of beautyOn myself alone did fall;But alas! “Cosi Fan Tutti!”It is thus, Fan, thus with all!
I dreamt thy smiles of beauty
On myself alone did fall;
But alas! “Cosi Fan Tutti!”
It is thus, Fan, thus with all!
You have taken quite a mob inOf new military flames;—They would make a fine Round RobinIf I gave you all their names!
You have taken quite a mob in
Of new military flames;—
They would make a fine Round Robin
If I gave you all their names!
A ROUND ROBIN.
A ROUND ROBIN.