Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads/Pink Dominoes
"They are fools who kiss and tell"—
Wisely has the poet sung.
Man may hold all sort of posts
If he'll only hold his tongue.
Jenny and Me were engaged, you see
On the eve of the Fancy Ball;
So a kiss or two was nothing to you
Or any one else at all.
Jenny would go in a domino—
Pretty and pink but warm;
While I attended, clad in a splendid
Now we had arranged, through notes exchanged
Early that afternoon,
At Number Four to waltz no more,
But to sit in the dusk and spoon.
[I wish you to see that Jenny and Me
Had barely exchanged our troth;
So a kiss or two was strictly due
By, from, and between us both.]
When Three was over, an eager lover,
I fled to the gloom outside;
And a Domino came out also
Whom I took for my future bride.
That is to say, in a casual way,
I slipped my arm around her;
With a kiss or two (which is nothing to you),
And ready to kiss I found her.
She turned her head and the name she said
Was certainly not my own;
But ere I could speak, with a smothered shriek
She fled and left me alone.
Then Jenny came, and I saw with shame,
She'd doffed her domino;
And I had embraced a stranger's waist—
But I did not tell her so.
Next morn I knew that there were two
Dominoes pink, and one
Had cloaked the spouse of Sir Julian Vouse,
Our big Political gun.
Sir J. was old, and her hair was gold,
And her eyes were a blue cerulean;
And the name she said when she turned her head
Was not in the least like "Julian."
Now wasn't it nice, when want of pice
Forbade us twain to marry,
That old Sir J. in the kindest way,
Made me his Secretarry?