THE ALMACK'S ADIEU.

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 faisois moi tapisserie )

You danced every one of the dances,

And never once thought of poor me!

Mon pauvre petit coeur! 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!