PRIVATE THEATRICALS.
You were a haughty beauty, Polly,
(That was in the play,)
I was the lover melancholy;
(That was in the play.)
And when your fan and you receded,
And all my passion lay unheeded,
If still with tenderer words I pleaded,
That was in the play!
I met my rival at the gateway,
(That was in the play,)
And so we fought a duel straightway;
(That was in the play.)
But when Jack hurt my arm unduly,
And you rushed over, softened newly,
And kissed me, Polly! truly, truly,
Was that in the play?