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8.YET.

(AFTER F. E. W.)

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.

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