The Fancy Ball.

Woodville Examiner, Volume 3, Issue 284, 17 September 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)

The Fancy Ball.

We all enjoy our fancy ball, And Strauss’s music sounding sweetly ; But still I can’t say one and all Are suited to their parts completely. There’s St. Cecilia’s lovely face, That wears a smile quite too bewitching, She knows no more of thorough bass Than Orson knows of plain hem stitching. And Orson, in his hairy suit, Appears a courtier bright and gentle ; While Valentine is quite a brute, And not the least bit sentimental. And there’s a quaker, who’s forgot The maxims grave of Penn’s discourses, Who swears he’s dropped a ghostly lot Through playingloo and backing horses, Of Moslems here a vinous pair Have quite forgot their Prophet’s Hades ; And here’s a priest who doesn’t care A bit about the smiles of ladies. quite is George the Third ; Dutch William is six feet, I take it ; Whilst Charles the First has kept his word, And never has been known to break it, Godiva wears a lovely dress ; And Sappho never penned a ditty ; But still 1 like her none tbe less, As she is feminine and pretty. There’s Nellie in a dress like snow, With icy diamonds enhancing Her lovely bright complexion’s glow, In manner that is most entrancing, here’s Fanny, that atrocious flirt, Who’s got up as St. Something’s sister ; There’s modest Agnes, looking pert In her metallic garment’s glister. And there’s my pretty cousin Jane, Who never could have dreamt of evil, But still to mo it’s very plain She’s flirting madly with the Devil. La Pompadeur is looking coy ; And Marmion gaily jests with Wilton; I’ve gob some doubts if I'm the boy That can impersonate great Milton. I may be wrong, I may he right, But feel Love’s thirst and cannot slake it, For Nellie’s won my heart to-night, So she may keep or she may break it.