Your Fanny was never false-hearted, <br />And this she protests and she vows, <br />From the triste moment when we parted <br />On the staircase of Devonshire House! <br />I blushed when you asked me to marry, <br />I vowed I would never forget; <br />And at parting I gave my dear Harry <br />A beautiful vinegarette! <br /> <br />We spent en province all December, <br />And I ne'er condescended to look <br />At Sir Charles, or the rich county member, <br />Or even at that darling old Duke. <br />You were busy with dogs and with horses, <br />Alone in my chamber I sat, <br />And made you the nicest of purses, <br />And the smartest black satin cravat! <br /> <br />At night with that vile Lady Frances <br />(Je faisois moi tapisserie) <br />You danced every one of the dances, <br />And never once thought of poor me! <br />Mon pauvre petit coeur! what a shiver <br />I felt as she danced the last set; <br />And you gave, O mon Dieu! to revive her <br />My beautiful vinegarette! <br /> <br />Return, love! away with coquetting; <br />This flirting disgraces a man! <br />And ah! all the while you're forgetting <br />The heart of your poor little Fan! <br />Reviens! break away from those Circes, <br />Reviens, for a nice little chat; <br />And I've made you the sweetest of purses, <br />And a lovely black satin cravat!<br /><br />William Makepeace Thackeray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-almack-s-adieu/
