With every lie that Q—— may say;
And oh, its ghastly whiteness tells
The truth to the insulted belles.
And so they knew when I had gone
The moustache that my lips had on.
“No other pair so whitely swells
We know them,” say the Chiswick belles.
Figaro in London, October 6, 1832.
Moore, himself, wrote a parody on this subject, in imitation of the old song:
“A Master I have, and I am his man,