Almost Dying of Ennui.

What are the charms of the sea?
Oh for an hour of the city!
What are the dull waves to me?
Can they say anything witty?

What do they care for my lips?
Why did I come? It's a pity!
Nothing but water and ships,
And Jack far away in the city.

Oh for one ride in the park,
With Jack humming bars from a ditty;
Kissing me (when it grows dark).
Fy! Oh--heigho, for the city!




Jacks from Jack.

Fresh, fragrant, tempting, balmy, red--
What fool would send them back?
Why do I wish that I were dead,
With all these jacks from Jack?

Why do I bite my lips and frown,
Tear buttons off my sacque,