Reveries of the Season.
I can't seem to realize, fully,
How quickly the season has flown;
I've scarce had a day through the summer,
To rest and to be quite alone.
I've been yachting and driving and bathing,
I know every horse on the track;
And I've planned out a beautiful future,
I'm engaged to be married to Jack.
From the first of July to September,
Is not a long courtship I know;
But, then, if we wait until Christmas,
'Twill be half a twelvemonth, and so
After telling Jack "Yes," on an impulse,
I couldn't somehow take it back;
And he says we can court all our lifetime,
So I'm to be married to Jack.
He hasn't a very large fortune,
But he's handsome and brimful of life,
And he says that his prospects will brighten
With me for his own little wife.
How little I dreamed when I came here,
How settled and staid I'd go back;
Not caring for flirting or dancing,
For I'm to be married to Jack.
I thought, at the first of the season,
Of titles and money and style;
But the charm which they hold is but trifling,
When I think of his bright, tender smile.
Ah, me! when a girl loves her lover,
Of happiness there is no lack,
My heart is as light as a feather,
I'm engaged to be married to Jack.