Sunday at Hampstead.
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Oh, shame on us, my darling;
It is a monstrous crime
To make a tryst with others
And be before our time!
Lizzie is off with William,
Quite happy for her part;
Our sugar in her pocket,
And the sweet love in her heart.
Mary and Dick so grandly
Parade suburban streets;
His waistcoat and her bonnet
Proving the best of treats.
And Fanny plagues big Robert
With tricks of the wildest glee:
O Fanny, you'll get in hot water
If you do not bring us our tea!
Why, bless me, look at that table,
Every one of them there!—
"Ha, here at last we have them,
The always behindhand pair!
