VI.
Ah me, how strange it is the change, In parlour and in hall! They treat me so, if I but go To make a morning call. If they had hair in papers once, Bolt up the stairs they ran; They now sit still in dishabille-- Iām not a single man!
Ah me, how strange it is the change, In parlour and in hall! They treat me so, if I but go To make a morning call. If they had hair in papers once, Bolt up the stairs they ran; They now sit still in dishabille-- Iām not a single man!