Box-Keeper. Stalls 216 and 217. This way, ma’am; last row, ma’am.
Won’t you like a book, ma’am?
THE BOHEMIAN GIRL
ADAPTED TO THE MEANEST CAPACITY
Miss Rainforth, one day
Having gone out to play,
(Then a very young lady) was hurried,
By a shocking fierce man,
From a vagabond clan,
Away to the green-room, quite flurried!
This abduction, so free,
Was lamented in D,
With a pathos quite like Catalani,
By her father, Arnheim,
Who sung out in slow time;
(Count Arnheim was play’d by Borrani).
But, lo! after act one,
Without help of the “sun,”
Or (as Wordsworth has said) of the “shower,”
This damsel so nice,
With a very sweet voice,
Grew twelve inches in less than an hour!
And, having now seen,
Summers full seventeen,
Her heart could not wholly withstand
The very soft “sawder”
Of a dashing marauder
Named Harrison—one of the band.
So the maid, in reply,
After heaving a sigh,
Sang a song—now the darling of Fame,
Which, if not quite grammatical,
Was very poetical,
That Harrison “lov’d her the same.”
As we’ve all heard a few
Of the stories so new
About gipsies and children, I ween,
I need scarcely relate,
How a fortunate fate
Gave Borrani again his Arline.