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A “SCION OF NOBILITY”
Come, sisters, weep!—our Baron dear,
Alas! has run away.
If always we had kept him here
He had not gone astray.
Alas! has run away.
If always we had kept him here
He had not gone astray.
Painter and grainer it were vain
To say he was, before;
And if he was, yet ne'er again
He'll darken here a door.
To say he was, before;
And if he was, yet ne'er again
He'll darken here a door.
We mourn each matrimonial plan—
Even tradesmen join the cry:
He was so promising a man
Whenever he did buy.
Even tradesmen join the cry:
He was so promising a man
Whenever he did buy.
He was a fascinating lad,
Deny it all who may;
Even “moneyed” men confess he had
A very taking way.
Deny it all who may;
Even “moneyed” men confess he had
A very taking way.
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So from our tables he is gone—
Our tears descend in showers;
We loved the very fat upon
His kidneys, for 'twas ours.
Our tears descend in showers;
We loved the very fat upon
His kidneys, for 'twas ours.
To women he was all respect
To duns as cold as ice;
No lady could his suit reject,
No tailor get its price.
To duns as cold as ice;
No lady could his suit reject,
No tailor get its price.
He raised our hope above the sky;
Alas! alack! and O!
That one who worked it up so high
Should play it down so slow.
Alas! alack! and O!
That one who worked it up so high
Should play it down so slow.
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