Or “old,” as you may view it;
And single still, up to this stage
I’ve never seemed to rue it.
Still, ’twasn’t that I wouldn’t have
If some had made advances,
Nor can I say I couldn’t have,
For laws! I’ve had my chances.
It was fine, it was jolly, and no one could tell
How it all came about that the chaperon fell;
It seemed that her hoops, near the end of the dance,