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21
PRIVATE THEATRICALS.
You were a haughty beauty, Polly,
(That was in the play,)
I was the lover melancholy;
(That was in the play.)
And when your fan and you receded,
And all my passion lay unheeded,
If still with tenderer words I pleaded,
That was in the play!
(That was in the play,)
I was the lover melancholy;
(That was in the play.)
And when your fan and you receded,
And all my passion lay unheeded,
If still with tenderer words I pleaded,
That was in the play!
I met my rival at the gateway,
(That was in the play,)
And so we fought a duel straightway;
(That was in the play.)
But when Jack hurt my arm unduly,
And you rushed over, softened newly,
And kissed me, Polly! truly, truly,
Was that in the play?
(That was in the play,)
And so we fought a duel straightway;
(That was in the play.)
But when Jack hurt my arm unduly,
And you rushed over, softened newly,
And kissed me, Polly! truly, truly,
Was that in the play?
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