Come, come my dear no nonsense
You’ve had enough in conscience
Now call that powder’d fellow in
And make him bring your pelerine
You know I gave you warning
I can’t stay here till morning.
Pray Papa, pray Papa stay a little longer
Your partner must excuse you
’Twon’t break his heart to lose you
And if you look so cross to him
I’m sure you’ll be no loss to him,
So bid goodnight and come now
We ought to be at home now.
Pray Papa &c. &c.