Le Senateur.

Above all things my wife I prize;
Rose has so fine a pair of eyes:
To her — you may believe it so —
A valuable friend I owe
The very day she took my name,
A Senator to see me came:
Oh, what honor, oh, what bliss!
Mr. Senator, I'm your servant for this.

Of all his doings hear the sequel;
A man is he, who has no equal
Last winter for my wife he'd call,
To go to an official ball:
If in his way I chanced to stand,
He'd frankly offer me his hand
Oh, what honor, oh, what bliss!
Mr. Senator, I'm your servant for this.

He's never dull at Rose's side,
Nor seems to class of prigs allied:
If indisposed my wife should be,
He'll take a hand at cards with me
On New Year's day he'll warmly greet me,
And, somewhere, at Midsummer treat me
Oh, what honor, oh, what bliss!
Mr. Senator, I'm your servant for this.

When after dinner I'm detained
At home — too hard it may have rained —
He'll tell me in the kindest way,
" Go out, and take the air, I pray;
Go, my dear fellow, don't say no —
You'll find my carriage down below "
Oh, what honor, oh, what bliss!
Mr. Senator, I'm your servant for this.

One night, 'twas quite by chance, I know,
He to his villa made us go,
And then so plied me with Champagne,
That Rose to sleep alone was fain;
Whilst I, upon my word, was led
In honor to the best spare bed
Oh, what honor, oh, what bliss!
Mr. Senator, I'm your servant for this.

To my young child, that's sent from Heaven,
This friend, for god-papa, I've given;
And 'twas almost with tears of joy
I saw him kiss the new-born boy,
Whilst, from that moment, in his will
My son a corner helps to fill
Oh, what honor, oh, what bliss!
Mr. Senator, I'm your servant for this.

He's pleased at table when we jest him,
Though somewhat hard at times I've pressed him,
For instance, at dessert one day,
So far I ventured, as to say,
" The world, I'm sure, declares it true, Sir,
That my place has been filled by you, Sir! "
Oh, what honor, oh, what bliss!
Mr. Senator, I'm your servant for this.