The Scarlet Gown eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 32 pages of information about The Scarlet Gown.

(Yet even children fond of singing
   Will pay off scores,
And I to-day at least am stringing
   Not beads but bores.)

And now the sands were left behind,
   The Club-house past. 
I wondered, Can I hope to find
   Escape at last,

Or must I take him home to tea,
   And bear his chatter
Until the last train to Dundee
   Shall solve the matter?

 But while I shuddered at the thought
   And planned resistance,
My conquering Alexander caught
   Sight in the distance

Of two young ladies, one of whom
   Is his ambition;
And so, with somewhat heightened bloom,
   He asked permission

To say good-bye to me and follow. 
   I freely gave it,
And wished him all success. Apollo
   Sic me servavit.

 A Bunch of TRIOLETS

TO —–­

You like the trifling triolet: 
   Well, here are three or four. 
Unless your likings I forget,
You like the trifling triolet. 
Against my conscience I abet
   A taste which I deplore;
You like the trifling triolet: 
   Well, here are three or four.

 Have you ever met with a pretty girl
   Walking along the street,
With a nice new dress and her hair in curl? 
Have you ever met with a pretty girl,
When her hat blew off and the wind with a whirl
   Wafted it right to your feet? 
Have you ever met with a pretty girl
   Walking along the street?

I ran into a lady’s arms,
   Turning a corner yesterday. 
To my confusion, her alarms,
I ran into a lady’s arms. 
So close a vision of her charms
   Left me without a word to say. 
I ran into a lady’s arms,
   Turning a corner yesterday.

 How many maids you love,
   How many maids love you! 
Your conscious blushes prove
How many maids you love. 
Each trusts you like a dove,
   But would she, if she knew
How many maids you love,
   How many maids love you?

 A ballad of refreshment

The lady stood at the station bar,
   (Three currants in a bun)
And oh she was proud, as ladies are. 
   (And the bun was baked a week ago.)

For a weekly wage she was standing there,
   (Three currants in a bun)
With a prominent bust and light gold hair. 
   (And the bun was baked a week ago.)

The express came in at half-past two,
   (Three currants in a bun)
And there lighted a man in the navy blue. 
   (And the bun was baked a week ago.)

 A stout sea-captain he was, I ween. 
   (Three currants in a bun)
Much travel had made him very keen. 
   (And the bun was baked a week ago.)

A sober man and steady was he. 
   (Three currants in a bun)
He called not for brandy, but called for tea. 
   (And the bun was baked a week ago.)

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