THAT TAM O' SHANTER.
She wore a jersey costume neat, Tlie first time that I met her, And her whole getup was so complete I never could forget her. She smiled upon me as I passed, With a lovely smile of glee, I was ' ' took " with a look and a haul, made fast And life was over for me. I met her next at a fancy ball In a page's hat and feather And I was her slave, and her captive thrall, As we twain danced together. And I vowed to myself that the very next day Or at most the next day after To the " bon papa" I would go straight way And ask for his charming daughter. When lo ! as my promise I went to fulfil Spite of comrades' chaffing and banter My heart in my manly breast stood still Yes ! in a Tarn o' Shanter I met her, I met HER in a Tarn o' Shanter ! And she smiled, but I would not see, For though I never can quite forget her, That hat was too much for me. I told her so at an afternoon Tea, And she looked at me with disdain, I said " that hat was too much for me," She said " I shall wear it again, " In Queen-street, at lawn tennis, everywhere " That Tarn o' Shanter you'll see." I only groaned from the depths of despair, "That hat was too much for me."
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Observer, Volume 2, Issue 32, 23 April 1881, Page 340
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240THAT TAM O' SHANTER. Observer, Volume 2, Issue 32, 23 April 1881, Page 340
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