Miss Protection, my old partner's a bit passée, entre nous,
Yet I mustn't all forsake her; she's exacting and a shrew;
And to leave her quite a "Wallflower," and entirely in the shade,
Would mean ructions; yet I must try just one turn with dear Free Trade!
Chorus—Are you coming, &c.
So I'll kiss her little finger, and invite her to the waltz;
Though the other turns her nose up (temper's one of her worst faults).
But I say, "I cannot help it, dear; you're danced quite off your feet,
And a rest will do you good, dear, I repeat, peat, peat!"
Chorus—Are you coming, &c.