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APOLOGETIC POSTSCRIPT 25
APOLOGETIC POSTSCRIPT OF A YEAR LATER
IF you see this song, my dear,
And last year's toast, I'm confoundedly in fear You'll be serious and severe
About the boast
Blame not that I sought such aid
To cure regret. I was then so lowly laid I used all the Gasconnade
That I could get.
Being snubbed is somewhat smart,
Believe, my sweet; And I needed all my art To restore my broken heart
To its conceit.
Come and smile, dear, and forget
I boasted so, I apologise—regret— It was all a jest;—and—yet—
I do not know.