Classic Poem

Your Fanny was never false-hearted,
And this she protests and she vows
From the triste moment when we parted
On the staircase of Devonshire House!
I blushed when you asked me to marry,
I vowed I would never forget;
And at parting I gave my dear Harry
A beautiful vinegarette!

We spent en province all December,
And I ne'er condescended to look
At Sir Charles, or the rich county member,
Or even at that darling old Duke.
You were busy with dogs and with horses;
Alone in my chamber I sat,
And made you the nicest of purses,
And the smartest black satin cravat!

At night with that vile Lady Frances
( Je faisais moi tapisserie )
You danced every one of the dances,
And never once thought of poor me!
Mon pauvre petit caeur! what a shiver
I felt as she danced the last set;
And you gave, O mon Dieu! to revive her
My beautiful vinegarette!

Return, love! away with coquetting:
This flirting disgraces a man;
And ah! all the while you're forgetting
The heart of your poor little Fan!
Reviens! break away from those Circes,
Reviens , for a nice little chat;
And I've made you the sweetest of purses,
And a lovely black satin cravat!