A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

To my neighbour, 'Glance a minute at your play-bill, I implore.

Who's that rare and radiant maiden? Tell, oh, tell me! I implore!'

Quoth my neighbour, 'Nelly Moore!'

Then I ask'd in quite a tremble—it was useless to dissemble—

'Miss, or Madam, do not trifle with my feelings any more;

Tell me who, then, was the maiden, that appear'd so sorrow laden

In the room of David Garrick, with a bust above the door?'

Quoth my neighbour, 'Nelly Moore.'

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I've her photograph from Lacy's; that delicious little face is