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Sing me a drawing-room song, darling!

Sing by the sunset's glow;

Now while the shadows are long, darling;

Now while the lights are low;

Something so chaste and so coy, darling!

Something that melts the chest;

Milder than even Molloy, darling!

Better than Bingham's best.

Sing me a drawing-room song, darling!

Sing as you sang of yore,

Lisping of love that is strong, darling!

Strong as a big barn-door;

Let the true knight be bold, darling!

Let him arrive too late;

Stick in a bower of gold, darling!

Stick in a golden gate.

Sing me a drawing-room song, darling!

Bear on the angels’ wings

Children that know no wrong, darling!

Little cherubic things!

Sing of their sunny hair, darling!

Get them to die in June;

Wake, if you can, on the stair, darling!

Echoes of tiny shoon.

Sing me a drawing-room song, darling!

Sentiment may be false,

Yet it will worry along, darling!

Set to a tum-tum valse;

See that the verses are few, darling!

Keep to the rule of three;

That will be better for you, darling!

Certainly better for me.