Like a Lord or a Marquis he look’d when he came, To make love in his master’s best suit. If I lived for a thousand long years from my birth, I shall never forget what he told; How he lov’d me beyond the rich women of earth, With their jewels and silver and gold! When he kissed me and bade me adieu with a sigh, By the light of the sweetest of moons, Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-bye To my Missis’s tea-pot and spoons! No. III. “I’d be a Parody.”--BAILEY. We met--’twas in a mob--and I thought he had done me-- I felt--I could not feel--for no watch was upon me; He ran--the night was cold--and his pace was unalter’d, I too longed much to pelt--but my small-boned legs falter’d. I wore my bran new boots--and unrivall’d their brightness, They fit me to a hair--how I hated their tightness! I call’d, but no one came, and my stride had a tether; Oh _thou_ hast been the cause of this anguish, my leather! And once again we met--and an old pal was near him, He swore a something low--but ’twas no use to fear him; I seized upon his arm, he was mine and mine only, And stept--as he deserv’d--to cells wretched and lonely; And there he will be tried--but I shall ne’er receive her, The watch that went too sure for an artful deceiver; The world may think me gay,--heart and feet ache together, Oh _thou_ hast been the cause of this anguish, my leather. TO FANNY. “Gay being, born to flutter!”--SALE’S GLEE. Is this your faith, then, Fanny! What, to chat with every Dun? I’m the one, then, but of many, Not of many, but the _One_! Last night you smil’d on all, Ma’am, That appear’d in scarlet dress; And your Regimental Ball, Ma’am, Look’d a little like a _Mess_. I thought that of the Sogers (As the Scotch say) one might do; And that I, slight Ensign Rogers, Was the chosen man and true. But ‘Sblood! your eye was busy With that ragamuffin mob;-- Colonel Buddell--Colonel Dizzy-- And Lieutenant-Colonel Cobb. General Joblin, General Jodkin, Colonels--Kelly, Felly, with Majors--Sturgeon, Truffle, Bodkin And the Quarter-master Smith. Major Powderum--Major Dowdrum-- Major Chowdrum--Major Bye-- Captain Tawney--Captain Fawney, Captain Any-one--but I! Deuce take it! when the regiment You so praised, I only thought That you lov’d it in abridgement, But I now am better taught! I went, as loving man goes, To admire thee in quadrilles; But Fan, you dance fandangoes With just any fop that wills! I went with notes before us, On the lay of Love to touch; But with all the Corps in chorus, Oh! it is indeed too much! You once--ere you contracted For the Army--seem’d my own; But now you laugh with all the Staff, And I may sigh alone!