The Mountebanks

No. 7: Ballad (Teresa)

TERESA.
	It’s my opinion — though I own In thinking so I’m quite alone —
		In some respects I’m but a fright.
	You like my features, I suppose? I’m disappointed with my nose:
		Some rave about it — perhaps they’re right.
	My figure just sets off a fit; But when they say it’s exquisite
		(And they do say so), that’s too strong.
	I hope I’m not what people call Opinionated. After all,
		I’m but a goose, and may be wrong!

		When charms enthral
			There’s some excuse
				For measures strong;
		And, after all,
			I’m but a goose,
				And may be wrong!
		When charms enthral
			There’s some excuse
				For measures strong;
		And, after all,
			I’m but a goose,
				And may be wrong!

My teeth are very neat, no doubt; But, after all, they may fall out:
	I think they will — some think they won’t.
My hands are small, as you may see, But not as small as they might be,
	At least, I think so — others don’t.
But there, a girl may preach and prate From morning six to evening eight,
	And never stop to dine,
When all the world, although misled, Is quite agreed on any head —
	And it is quite agreed on mine!

	All said and done,
		It’s little I
			Against a throng
	I’m only one,
		And possibly
			I may be wrong!
	All said and done,
		It’s little I
			Against a throng
	I’m only one,
		And possibly
			I may be wrong!

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