SONG SENTIMENTIANA.
(A Delightful "All-The-Year-Round" Resort for the Fashionable Composer.)
Ex. I.—Respecting the Lover's Indifference for the Advantages of Civilisation.
I am waiting in darkness to greet her—
Why in darkness I cannot explain,
For there's plenty of gas in the meter,
And enough, I suppose, in the main!
But 'tis darkness so unpenetrating,
And 'tis darkness so dismally deep!
And I'm waiting, and waiting, and waiting,
Like the chap in "A Garden of Sleep."
I've been patiently waiting to meet her,
Till I'm thoroughly sick of this gloom;
It is ten by my Benson repeater—
It was six when I entered the room!
But I must not begin to grow weary,
And to stamp, and to fret, and to curse!
The surroundings are certainly dreary,
But they might be decidedly worse!
I am waiting, still waiting, to greet her!—
Here all night I'm determined to stand,
For a prettier girl, or a sweeter,
There is not to be seen in the land!
If I go, I am sure to regret it,
So I'll make up my mind here to stay.
What though time is departing? Well, let it!
I shall wait here for ever and aye!