NOT a laugh was heard, not a cheery sound,
As the song to an encore was hurried;
Not a man in the stalls to cheer was found,
On the night that the Masher was buried.
He'd come before to a parlous pass,
Sore stricken by TRUTH'S endeavour;
But "Blue Beard" gave him his coup de grâce.
And finished him once for ever!
It killed and buried him sitting there,
By ridicule on him turning;