Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose? - Thomas Haynes Bayly

Those, who have wealth, must be watchful and wary;
Power, alas! nought but misery brings!

I've now got the music book ready,
Do sit up and sing like a lady
A recitative from Tancredi,
And something about "Palpiti!"
Sing forte when first you begin it,
Piano the very next minute,
They'll cry "What expression there's in it!"
Don't sing English ballads to me!

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.