When all was o’er, we had to face

A grinning crowd’s rude gaping stare,

I strove to don unconscious grace,

And look as if I didn’t care—

We braved it out, got home, and then

There came a plethora of kissin’:

Of course I took good care the men

Did not join this in.

We next were victims of a meal,

A melancholy sad pretence,