A BACHELOR'S CONFESSION.
(Dorothea, at casement, soliloquising in the moonlight ) Why are thou listless, pale and so sad? Algernon! My Algernon' Where is the snnslune, that made my heart glad? Algernon' M\ Algernon ' Dimmed is the beauty of thy face so fair, Thy brow is furrowed w ith deep lines of care, Traces of silver in thy chestnut hair, Algernon ' Mv Algernon' * # * (Algernon, communing with himself in the privacy of his apartment, fourth uoor back.) M> head is bursting with its burdensome load, Dorothea' My Dorothea' To the verge of madness it will me soon goad, Dorothea' My Dorothea' My watch I'll "hock" and see what "shekels" it will bring, For in a friendly game of ''nap" I've dropped quite everything, And—another payment's due on your engagement ring, Dorothea' My Dorothea'
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/NZFL19021018.2.21.1
Bibliographic details
Free Lance, Volume III, Issue 120, 18 October 1902, Page 17
Word Count
131A BACHELOR'S CONFESSION. Free Lance, Volume III, Issue 120, 18 October 1902, Page 17
Using This Item
No known copyright (New Zealand)
To the best of the National Library of New Zealand’s knowledge, under New Zealand law, there is no copyright in this item in New Zealand.
You can copy this item, share it, and post it on a blog or website. It can be modified, remixed and built upon. It can be used commercially. If reproducing this item, it is helpful to include the source.
For further information please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in