Tune- "Beautiful Bella."
Don't talk to me, it's quite absurd,
Of dashing fellows, please!
I'll never listen to a word,
But think you mean to tease!
Although my heart is broken quite,
It goes on beating still,
For one I loved with all my might,
My be-eutiful, my Bill.
(Whistle).-Be-eutiful Bill was a beautiful beau,
Beautiful Billy who bothered me so;
Sweetest of Williams, adorable Will,
Beattiful, beautiful, beautiful Bill.
'Twas at a ball I met my Bill,
He made the neatest bow.
He squeezed my hand in a quadrille,
And went on anyhow.
He praised my toilet, thought it neat,
As we walked to and fro;
The things he said were very sweet,
But then his waltzing, oh!-Chorus.
The waltzing done, he said, "My love.
This balcony is nice;"
And then, oh, foolish, fluttering dove,
I let him kiss me twice.
And though I said, "Please, let me go?"
Resistance was la vain;
His lips were very near, and so
I-I-I kissed him back again.-Chorus.
He promised we should meet next day.
Whatever did befall;
And so we did-up North-West way,
'Twas in the parrot-house that Bill
Proposed a little walk,
For pretty polly-syllables,
To hear the parrots talk.-Chorus.
The chattering parrots made a din.
Enough to drive one wild;
I didn't notice coming in
A lady and her child.
Bill blushed, and though he look'd confused.
With all the cheek in life,
The lady then he introduced
As Mrs. Brown, his wife.-Chorus.
With hopes all crushed and tumbled down
I staggered to the door,
And murmured faintly, Mrs. Brown,
I've heard that name before.
And that is why I'm single now,
And shall be so until
Some future day, when perhaps I may
Take up another Bill.
Spoken.-And the next one must be a superior article, without
encumbrances, quiet to drive in double harness, in fact,-Chorus.