Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight | ||
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LII. THE QUID PRO QUO.
I heard you ask in a whisper light,
Who that ugly old woman might be?
Turning your eyes (they are not very bright)
With a leer and a sneer at me.
Who that ugly old woman might be?
Turning your eyes (they are not very bright)
With a leer and a sneer at me.
Good sir! this ugly old woman
Was once a pretty girl;
'Twas about the time your whiskers grew,
And your beard began to curl.
Was once a pretty girl;
'Twas about the time your whiskers grew,
And your beard began to curl.
I was the handsomer of the two,
Though sooner laid on the shelf.
Good sir! ere you mock at others,
'Twould be well to look at yourself!
Though sooner laid on the shelf.
Good sir! ere you mock at others,
'Twould be well to look at yourself!
An ugly old woman! you said, sir?
A hideous old man! say I.
Padded, bewigged, without a tooth;
Neither fit to live, nor die!
A hideous old man! say I.
Padded, bewigged, without a tooth;
Neither fit to live, nor die!
Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight | ||