Apologetic Postscript Of A Year Later

If you see this song, my dear, And last year's toast, I'm confoundedly in fear You'll be serious and severe About the boast. Blame not that I sought such aid To cure regret. I was then so lowly laid I used all the Gasconnade That I could get. Being snubbed is somewhat smart, Believe, my sweet; And I needed all my art To restore my broken heart To its conceit. Come and smile, dear, and forget I boasted so, I apologise - regret - It was all a jest; - and - yet - I do not know.