 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
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A SONG
FOR THE END OF THE SEASON.
Sir John has this moment gone by
In the brougham that was to be mine,
But, my dear, I'm not going to cry,
Though I know where he's going to dine.
I shall meet him at Lady Gay's ball
With that girl to his arm clinging fast,
But it won't, love, disturb me at all,
I've recovered my spirits at last!
In the brougham that was to be mine,
But, my dear, I'm not going to cry,
Though I know where he's going to dine.
I shall meet him at Lady Gay's ball
With that girl to his arm clinging fast,
But it won't, love, disturb me at all,
I've recovered my spirits at last!
I was horribly low a whole week,
For I could not go out anywhere
Without hearing, “You know they don't speak;”
Or, “I'm told it's all broken off there.”
But the Earl whispered something last night,
I shan't say exactly what past,
But of this, dear, be satisfied quite,
I've recovered my spirits at last!
For I could not go out anywhere
Without hearing, “You know they don't speak;”
Or, “I'm told it's all broken off there.”
But the Earl whispered something last night,
I shan't say exactly what past,
But of this, dear, be satisfied quite,
I've recovered my spirits at last!
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