Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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THE MEN ARE ALL CLUBBING TOGETHER.
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The men are all clubbing together,Abandoning gentle pursuits,
They revel with birds of a feather,
And dine in black neck-cloths and boots.
They've no party spirit about them,
(My parties are stupid concerns,)
The ladies sit sulky without them,
Or dance with each other by turns.
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Oh! where are the dandies who flirted,Who came of a morning to call?
We females are so disconcerted,
I'd fee males to come to my ball!
'Twas flattery charm'd us—no matter,
Paste often may pass for a gem;
Alas! we are duller and flatter,
Than when we're flatter'd by them.
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When family dinners we're giving,They send an excuse,—there's the rub:
Each gourmand, secure of good living,
Like Hercules, leans on his club.
A hermit, though beauty invites him,
Alone at the Union he sits,
But what is the fare that delights him
Compar'd with the fair that he quits?
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