THERE'S NOT ONE TRUE IN SEVEN
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The following parody on one of Moore's per
haps best melodies, was whispered in the ear o.
a friend by gentleman entering the ballroom
These girls are all hceting show,


For mans illusion given;
Their smiles of joy, their tears of wo,
Deceitful shine, deceitfu flow;


There's not one true in sepen.
And false the fash of Beauty's eye,


AS fading hues of even:
And love and laughter-alla lie;
And hopes awakened but to die


There's not one true an Seuen.
Poor mushrooms of sunny day.


Yet bloom and be forgiven,
FOR lfe's at best a show.-Away,
pull drowsy Thought!-pll join the gay,


And romp with all the seven.