Oh, Alphonse! Gallantry befits your race!

Daudet! Daudet!

Can you look hereafter in an Englishwoman's face,

Daudet? Daudet-say?

You must have snoozed all night,

You must have blinked all day;

Have been blind—pro tempore—to Beauty's light,

Daudet! Daudet-say!

Is every Englishwoman then a Grundy or a Gamp,

Daudet? Daudet?

Did you play Diogenes—without his lamp—

Daudet? Daudet-say?

Have you joined the pessimist churls

Who of nothing good can say,

That you slight our women and insult our girls,

Daudet? Daudet-say?

Oh, Dan seems empty and Beersheba bare,

Daudet! Daudet!

And there's nothing tasteful, and there's no one fair,

Daudet! Daudet-say!

To the saffron skin of France

English rose-tints must give way?

At our British Beauties did you get a glance,

Daudet? Daudet-say?

You laud male Britons, whilst you pour dispraise—

Daudet! Daudet!—

On our girls and matrons! 'Tis a travellers' craze,

Daudet! Daudet-say!

The Frank abroad—is frank,—

From the belles of France away,

He is doubtless home-sick, but he need not turn "crank."

Daudet! Daudet-say!

The less said the better? Well, that's true, no doubt,

Daudet! Daudet!

But the little that you have said is all sneer and flout,

Daudet! Daudet-say!

The maids of France are fair!—

Are the men fair too? Ah! nay.

Not if you're a specimen, my debonair

Daudet! Daudet-say!

Neither taste nor beauty? Oh! you must have been bad,

Daudet! Daudet!

The mal de mer all the time you must have had,

Daudet! Daudet-say!

The jaundice worked its will

Upon you all the way!

Try again—after swallowing a big blue pill—

Daudet! Daudet-say!