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 He'd gaze in her orbit of blue,
 * Her hand he would tenderly squeeze,

But the words of her tongue that he knew
 * Were limited strictly to these:

",
 * Houp là! Je vous aime, oui, mossoo,

Combien donnez moi aujourd' hui
 * Bonjour, Mademoiselle, parlez voo."


 * Was a witty and beautiful miss,

Extremely correct in her ways,
 * But her English consisted of this:—

"Oh my! pretty man, if you please,
 * Blom boodin, biftek, currie lamb,

Bouldogue, two franc half, quite ze cheese,
 * Rosbif, me spik Angleesh godam."

He'd gaze in her eyes all the day,
 * Admiring their sparkle and dance,

And list while she rattled away
 * In the musical accents of France.

A waiter, for seasons before,
 * Had basked in her beautiful gaze,

And burnt to dismember ,
 * He loved.