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1840 

Elssler Quadrilles 

Charles Jarvis 


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It took you. then, two hours to bow ? Two hours!—Take off 
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wish you’d bow that way to me ;—and apropos of that,— 
saw you making love to her—(You see I know it all!) 

|): I saw you making love to her, at Lady Gloasop’s ball!" 41 


4lh Verse. 

“ Now really, Jane, your temper is so very odd to-day! 

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Make love to her! Indeed, my dear, you could sec no such 
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'* I tell you that I saw it all. the whisp’rinr and rnmace, 

The flirting and coquetting, in lier little foolish lace. 

Oh ! Chari**. 1 wonder that the earth don’t open, where you 
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" I didn’t love' Or if I did,—allowing that ’t»s true,— 

When a pretty woman shows her riogs, what can a poor man 

My life, my soul, my darling Jane ! I love but you alone, 

|<- 1 never thought of Fanny Grey —(How tiresome she a 
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" Put down your hat,—don’t take yonr stick !—Now prithee, Charles, 
do stay ! 

You never come to see me now. but you Ion* to run away ; 

There was a time, there was a time, you never wish'd to go.— 

|i: Wha' have I d«.ne, what have I dune, dear Charles, to change 
you so 1” :|1 

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And my father's *o particular, he never tikes to wait: 

Good by**!’’ “Good i-ye! You'll come again?’' “Yes, one of 
tlxwe fine days!” 

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She was our mother’s favourite child, 
Who loved her for her eyes of blue, 
And she is delicate and mild. 

She cannot do what I can do. 

She never met her father’s eyes, 
Although they were so like her own; 
In some far distant sea he lies, 

A father to his child unknown. 


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The first time that she lisp’d his name, 

A little playful thing was she: 

How proud we were—yet that night came 
The tale how he had sunk at sea. 

My mother never raised her head; 

How strange, how white, how cold she grew! 
It was a broken heart they said — 

I wish our hearts were broken too. 

4th Verse. 

We have no home—we have no friends. 

They said our home no more was ours, 

Our cottage where the ash-tree bends, 

The garden we had fill’d with flowers. 


The sounding shells our father brought, 
That we might hear the sea at home; 

Our bees, that in the summer wrought 
The winter’s golden honeycomb. 

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We wander’d forth mid wind and rain, 
No shelter from the open sky; 

I only wish to see again 
My mother’s grave, and rest, and die. 

Alas, it is a weary thing 
To sing our ballads o’er and o’er; 

The songs we used at home to sing — 
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