And ever since that time I've done nothing but bewail her,
Alas! she's gone to Margate, the summer months to stay.
'Twas at a ball at Islington I first chanc'd to meet her,
She really look'd so nice I couldn't keep my eyes away;
In all my life before I ne'er saw so sweet a creature,
She danc'd with me three hours, then fainted quite away.
Spoken.—She was such a divine creature! I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. I looked languishing at her, and she did the same at me; then she gave such a sigh—such a heavy one!—you might have heard it!——
All round the room, &c.
My Ellen's rather tall, and my Ellen's rather thin, too,
Her hair is rather sandy, and at singing she's au fait,