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DRAWING ROOM LYRICS. 



HUSBAND HUNTING. 



I'LL pack up all my finery, 



My jewels, lace, and all ; 

 I'll go a husband hunting, 



To Bombay or Bengal. 

 I've shown off at every concert, 



I've danced at every ball ; 

 No lover comes, and off I'll go, 



To Bombay or Bengal. 



I've tried all schemes a swain to get, 



But I no swain can win ; 

 I've taken trips the country round, 



But I can take none in. 

 Each morning passes off, I find, 



Without a single call ; 

 I'm tired out, and off I'll go, 



To Bombay or Bengal. 



Yes, I'll go to the Indies straight 



And wed some sallow elf, 

 Whose gold rupees have charms for me 



More tempting than himself. 

 Here, beauty is a frightful drug, 



But there 'tis sought by all, 

 And I'll be in the market soon, 



Of Bombay or Bengal ! 



R. R. 



EPIGRAM. 



MARIA'S like a clock they say ; 



Unconscious of her beauty 

 She regulates the live-long day, 



Exact in ev'ry duty. 



If this be true, such self-command, 

 Such well-directed pow'rs, 



Oh ! may her little minute hand 

 Become a hand of fours. 



