MARGARINA.
A Back-Street Ballad.
Air—"Margarita."
I passed along a dim back-street, Margarina!
In search of something good to eat, Margarina!
O pallid tripe! O "faggots" queer!
Was ever such strange human cheer?
And O my heart, I loathed thee so,
There on show, there on show, Margarina!
I saw thee in a sallow dab, Margarina!