But od 'rabbit that Warren! say I.
For this you can make no excuse:—
You'd a party at whist t'other day,
And you scolded away like the deuce,
'Cause the sandwiches dropp'd from the tray.
You tell her she dresses too gay
(You're afraid that she'll cut out your gals),
You strip lace and ribbons away,
And say she shan't wear such fal-lals.
'Tis in vain her attempting to speak,