AMARE, O!
(By an Usher.)
With weary brain I hear again The drowsy urchins stammer, O, From mensa down through every noun That's in the Latin grammar, O! And when declensions pall, why then, The exercise to vary, O, I bid them show how well they know My sweet, sweet verb, Amare, O!
"Amo, amas,—I love a lass," Her dainty name is Nancy, O, And none but she shall ever be The darling of my fancy, O! Amavi—well, in love I fell, And sure 'twas no vagary, O, For since that day I've learnt the way To conjugate Amare, O!
I whisper now, "Ama, Love thou!" Amongst the fields of barley, O, And Nance replies, with brimming eyes, "I love, I love thee, Charlie, O!" Amo, ama, the livelong day I'll teach my winsome fairy, O, For has not she resolved with me To conjugate Amare, O?
CAUTION.
The Major. "Don't you like Liqueurs, Mrs. Jinks?"
Mrs. Jinks. "Yes; but they make One so unreserved!"