In A Mansion Grand, Just Over The Way Lives Bonny, Beautiful Dell; You May Have Heard Of This Lady Gay, For She Is A Famous Belle. I Live In A Low Cot Opposite - You Never Have Heard Of Me; For When The Lady Moon Shines Bright, Who Would A Pale Star See? But Ah, Well! Ah, Well! I Am Happier Far Than Dell, As Strange As That May Be. Dell Has Robes Of The Richest Kind - Pinks And Purples And Blues; And She Worries Her Maid And Frets Her Mind To Know Which One To Choose. Which Shall It Be Now, Silk Or Lace? In Which Will I Be Most Fair? She Stands By The Mirror With Anxious Face, And Her Maid Looks On In Despair. Ah, Well! Ah, Well! I Am Not Worried, You See, Like Dell, For I Have But One To Wear. Dell Has Lovers Of Every Grade, Of Every Age And Style; Suitors Flutter About The Maid, And Bask In Her Word And Smile. She Keeps Them All, With A Coquette'S Art, As Suits Her Mood Or Mirth, And Vainly Wonders If In One Heart Of All True Love Has Birth. Ah, Well! Ah, Well! I Never Question Myself Like Dell, For I Know A True Heart'S Worth. Pleasure To Dell Seems Stale And Old, Often She Sits And Sighs; Life To Me Is A Tale Untold, Each Day Is A Glad Surprise. Dell Will Marry, Of Course, Some Day, After Her Belleship Is Run; She Will Cavil The Matter In Worldly Way And Wed Dame Fortune'S Son But, Ah, Well! Sweet To Tell, I Shall Not Dally And Choose Like Dell, For I Love And Am Loved By - One.