I will play “first fiddle,”
So take warning at once, Annie Lyle, Annie Lyle.
How stately and grand
You parade by the band
Which each Friday in Kensington Gardens entrances!
Dressed in mousseline-de-laine,
What transports you feign,
And how skilfully use you your battery of glances!
Then how pleased are the “swells,”
How jealous the belles,