Oh! No, we never talk in French

Oh! No, we never talk in French,

Its sound no more is heard.

Our lips are now forbid' to speak

The smallest foreign word.

I cannot say "Mon cher ami,

Comment vous portez vous?"

Nor he reply, "Très bien mon ange."

Oh! No, it would not do.

Oh! No,

etc.

I dare not sigh "Pensez à moi,"

Or "Soyez moi fidèle;"

Nor can he say "Toujours à toi,"

Or, "Au revoir, ma belle" -

And if "Ne m'oubliez pas" slips out,

(As 'twill ere I'm aware,)

"They're talking French!" is scream'd about,

Ere I can add "Mon cher."

Oh! No,

etc.

And "M'aimez vous" I never hear,

Nor dare he ever say

"Jusqu'à la mort," so much we fear

To "parlez en Français."

All ears are open when he sits

Beside me, after tea,

Lest he should say

"Acceptez moi?"

And I should answer "Oui."

Oh! No,

etc.