(Tho’ her mother lamented his taste),
And she smiled at him ever so slightly,
As he settled his arm round her waist.
When he drew her direct to the dancers,
The Bohemian band struck a bar,
And she found herself leading the Lancers
With Young Lochinvar!
Oh, the beauty and grace are so vivid
Of this perfectly parallel pair,
That the parents grow purple and livid,