Busy I am to anyone but him
Know him you must—he has been often here;
Show him up stairs, and tell him I’m alone.”
Quickly the maid went tripping down the stair;
Thickly the heart of Rose Matilda beat;
“Sure he has brought me tickets for the play—
Drury or Covent Garden—darling man!—
Kemble will play—or Kean who makes the soul
Tremble; in Richard or the frienzied Moor—
Farren, the stay and prop of many a farce