The Frenchmen used me very well,
And shewed me sights and wonders
My Albert, he was frightened, and,
Eugenie’s bed crept under;
I thought with her he was in love,
I thought he did adore her,
I thought that he had run away,
And left his own Victoria.
Well, now we’ve had a grand flare up,
The like was seen not never,
The kind French folk did laugh and joke,
With “Anglais for ever.”
The sights I’ve seen, believe your Queen,
So sweetly did delight her,
She went to France to learn to dance,
And Bull must pay the piper.
THE QUEEN’S DREAM.
Good people give attention, and listen for a while,
To an interesting ditty, which cannot fail to make you smile,
So all draw near, and lend an ear, while I relate a theme,
Concerning of Victoria, a strange and funny dream.
Chorus.
So these are dreams and visions
Of old England’s blooming Queen.
At the Isle of Wight, the other night, as Vic lay in her bed,
Strange visions did to her appear, and dreams came in her head;
She drew Prince Albert by the nose, and gave a dreadful scream,
Oh, dear, she said, I’m filled with dread, I’d such a dreadful dream.
Says Albert, Vic, what are you at? you’ve made my nose quite sore,
I’m in a mind, for half a pin, to kick you on the floor,
Such dreams for me will never do, you pepper’d me with blows.
I never knew a wife to dream, and pull her husband’s nose.
O, don’t be vex’d, the Queen replied, you know I love you well,
So listen awhile dear Albert, and my dreams to you I’ll tell:
Last night, she said, I had a dream, as soon as I lay down,
I thought Napoleon had come o’er, to steal away my crown.