OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty, Bought, quite a bargain, in the City, Your ill-trained soul full false has played me -- No Paris gown would have betrayed me. You knew, my pretty silken treasure, I must not wed for love or pleasure, But for a settlement and title; Yet you encouraged his recital! He said -- oh, faithless gown, you listened While on your sheen two tear drops glistened -- He said . . . let love to music set it, I'll never speak it -- nor forget it! "No, no!" I cried, I tried to save you -- False gown, you showed the tears I gave you! You looked discreet when first I found you. How could you let his arm go round you? You darling dress -- I'll smooth your creases, I'll wear you till you drop to pieces; But poor men's wives wear cotton only -- Dear gown -- I hope you won't feel lonely! |