WINKING AT ME.
Kind friends, your attention I'll ask for awhile,
And I'll try to amuse you in my simple style;
To sing to you nightly it's a pleasure, I see,
For the gents in the house all keep winking at me.
Winking at me, winking at me,
Now, how can I sing while you're winking at me?
There's a gentleman sitting down there at the right.
He came here to-day in a terrible plight;
He's lately been jilted by a fair one you see,
And now he comes here and keeps w-inking at me.-Chorus.
Mr. ----, our leader, as every one knows,
Has lately contrived to let his moustache grow;
He's got a nice wife and big children three,
Now, how can he play while he's winking at me?-Chorus.
There's a gentleman there now, who should be at borne
Rocking the cradle of babes he does own.
Spoken-Yes, that gentleman there who wears the blue cravat
and has a rose in his buttonhole.
No wonder you blush, sir, married man as you be,
To sit there all night and keep winking at me.-Chorus.
There's a gent sitting there, dressed with elegant taste,
By the side of a lady, his arm 'round her waist,
An artful deceiver I fear he must be,
For while he makes love to her, he keeps winking at me.-Chorus.
And now to conclude with my silly rhymes,
I hope I've not offended or wasted my time,
Twas meant in a jest, for you plainly can see,
There's a boy in the gallery keeps winking at me.-Chorus.