Jenny would go in a domino—
    Pretty and pink but warm;
While I attended, clad in a splendid
    Austrian uniform.

Now we had arranged, through notes exchanged
    Early that afternoon,
At Number Four to waltz no more,
    But to sit in the dusk and spoon.

I wish you to see that Jenny and Me
    Had barely exchanged our troth;
So a kiss or two was strictly due
    By, from, and between us both.

When Three was over, an eager lover,
    I fled to the gloom outside;
And a Domino came out also
    Whom I took for my future bride.

That is to say, in a casual way,
    I slipped my arm around her;
With a kiss or two (which is nothing to you),
    And ready to kiss I found her.

She turned her head and the name she said
    Was certainly not my own;
But ere I could speak, with a smothered shriek
    She fled and left me alone.

Then Jenny came, and I saw with shame
    She’d doffed her domino;
And I had embraced an alien waist—
    But I did not tell her so.

Next morn I knew that there were two
    Dominoes pink, and one
Had cloaked the spouse of Sir Julian Vouse,
    Our big Political gun.

Sir J. was old, and her hair was gold,
    And her eye was a blue cerulean;
And the name she said when she turned her head
    Was not in the least like “Julian.”

Now wasn’t it nice, when want of pice
    Forbade us twain to marry,
That old Sir J., in the kindest way,
    Made me his Secretarry