And now he does it for another girl,
And I—I stand apart.
Did I not give my heart to him—false one!—
And also—well, my "stocking"?
Nor after her "commercial" charms he'll run,
My modest beauties mocking.
Hist! I believe of me they're making fun!
O Ciel! 'tis simply shocking!
Hist! I can hear her, the sly cat. How fond
Her glances bold and bright!