And papa—well, papa sips his wine
And says nothing. You know him of old, dear.
He's only too happy to rest,—
After making three millions in gold, dear.
He's played out, it must be confessed,—
And I—I'm to wed an old Baron
Three weeks from to-day, in great style
(He's as homely and gaunt as old Charon,
And they say that his past has been vile);
And I've promised to cut you hereafter,—