Classic Poem

HE .

Long as I waltzed with only thee,
Each blissful Wednesday that went by,
Nor stylish Stultz, nor neat Nugee
Adorned a youth so blest as I.
Oh! ah! ah! oh!
Those happy days are gone — heigho!

SHE .

Long as with thee I skimmed the ground,
Nor yet was scorned for Lady Jane,
No blither nymph tetotumed round
To Collinet's immortal strain.
Oh! ah! etc.
Those happy days are gone — heigho!

HE .

With Lady Jane now whirled about,
I know no bounds of time or breath;
And, should the charmer's head hold out,
My heart and heels are hers till death.
Oh! ah! etc.
Still round and round thro' life we 'll go.

SHE .

To Lord Fitznoodle's eldest son,
A youth renowned for waistcoats smart,
I now have given (excuse the pun)
A vested interest in my heart.
Oh! ah! etc.
Still round and round with him I 'll go.

HE .

What if, by fond remembrance led
Again to wear our mutual chain,
For me thou cut'st Fitznoodle dead,
And I levant from Lady Jane.
Oh! ah! etc.
Still round and round again we 'll go.

SHE .

Tho' he the Noodle honors give,
And thine, dear youth, are not so high,
With thee in endless waltz I 'd live,
With thee, to Weber's Stop-Waltz, die!
Oh! ah! etc.
Thus round and round thro' life we 'll go.