CONSOLATION.
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For me, alas! there is no chance
Of winning from your eyes a glance.
Upon my suit you look askance,
I know.
Of winning from your eyes a glance.
Upon my suit you look askance,
I know.
So I'll repeat the "je vous aime"
To one who wont refuse a claim
To me, my fortunes, and the name
I bear;
She's wooed me both by glade, and stream.
She's homely, but—as it would seem—
Has wealth beyond my fondest dream,
Ma chère.
To one who wont refuse a claim
To me, my fortunes, and the name
I bear;
She's wooed me both by glade, and stream.
She's homely, but—as it would seem—
Has wealth beyond my fondest dream,
Ma chère.
I'll marry her and live in style;
I'll manage her estate, and smile
To think how I've "assumed her pile,"
Ma foi!
I'll manage her estate, and smile
To think how I've "assumed her pile,"
Ma foi!
