Here her Companion began to perceive
That her feminine tongue would have its own way;
That the cleverest thing he could do was to leave
The talking to her, and have Nothing to Say.
The lady had now been chattering so long,
She felt that her voice was beginning to fail her;
A punch would, she felt, be a blessing and boon,
The “dientical” thing with which to regale her,
So they pushed their way through the gathering throng,
And hurried away to Taylor’s Saloon.