London lyrics by Frederick Locker Lampson: With introduction and notes by Austin Dobson |
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MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS |
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MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS
She has dancing eyes and ruby lips,
Delightful boots—and away she skips.
Delightful boots—and away she skips.
They nearly strike me dumb,—
I tremble when they come
Pit-a-pat:
This palpitation means
These Boots are Geraldine's—
Think of that!
I tremble when they come
Pit-a-pat:
This palpitation means
These Boots are Geraldine's—
Think of that!
O, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky little kid,
You perish'd, so you did,
For my Sweet.
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky little kid,
You perish'd, so you did,
For my Sweet.
The faery stitching gleams
On the sides, and in the seams,
And reveals
That the Pixies were the wags
Who tipt these funny tags,
And these heels.
On the sides, and in the seams,
And reveals
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Who tipt these funny tags,
And these heels.
What soles to charm an elf!—
Had Crusoe, sick of self,
Chanced to view
One printed near the tide,
O, how hard he would have tried
For the two!
Had Crusoe, sick of self,
Chanced to view
One printed near the tide,
O, how hard he would have tried
For the two!
For Gerry's debonair,
And innocent and fair
As a rose;
She's an Angel in a frock,—
She's an Angel with a clock
To her hose!
And innocent and fair
As a rose;
She's an Angel in a frock,—
She's an Angel with a clock
To her hose!
The simpletons who squeeze
Their pretty toes to please
Mandarins,
Would positively flinch
From venturing to pinch
Geraldine's!
Their pretty toes to please
Mandarins,
Would positively flinch
From venturing to pinch
Geraldine's!
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Cinderella's lefts and rights
To Geraldine's were frights:
And I trow
The Damsel, deftly shod,
Has dutifully trod
Until now.
To Geraldine's were frights:
And I trow
The Damsel, deftly shod,
Has dutifully trod
Until now.
Come, Gerry, since it suits
Such a pretty Puss (in Boots)
These to don,
Set your dainty hand awhile
On my shoulder, Dear, and I'll
Put them on.
Such a pretty Puss (in Boots)
These to don,
Set your dainty hand awhile
On my shoulder, Dear, and I'll
Put them on.
Albury, June 29, 1864.
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