WHEN I met her at a party,

Dead in love I fell at sight;

For her beauty was bewitching,

And her conversation bright.

So I did my best to please her, -

Chatted on all sorts of things;

Told her of our life at college,

With some slight embellishings.

"How do you," she asked, "like Cambridge?"

"O," I said, "the town will do;

Though, to tell the truth, its girls are

Rather homely, and so blue!"

Fool I was! I saw my blunder,

When her lip began to curl,

And in coldest tones she answered,

"Yes, sir, I'm a Cambridge girl."