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'
And
I
diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-de
,
Till
now
I
am
the
ruler
of
the
Queen
's
navee
.
'
Now
then
,
chorus
--
it
is
the
last
two
lines
repeated
,
you
know
.
General
chorus
:
"
And
he
diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-dee
'd
,
Till
now
he
is
the
ruler
of
the
Queen
's
navee
.
"
And
Harris
never
sees
what
an
ass
he
is
making
of
himself
,
and
how
he
is
annoying
a
lot
of
people
who
never
did
him
any
harm
.
He
honestly
imagines
that
he
has
given
them
a
treat
,
and
says
he
will
sing
another
comic
song
after
supper
.
Speaking
of
comic
songs
and
parties
,
reminds
me
of
a
rather
curious
incident
at
which
I
once
assisted
;
which
,
as
it
throws
much
light
upon
the
inner
mental
working
of
human
nature
in
general
,
ought
,
I
think
,
to
be
recorded
in
these
pages
.
We
were
a
fashionable
and
highly
cultured
party
.
We
had
on
our
best
clothes
,
and
we
talked
pretty
,
and
were
very
happy
--
all
except
two
young
fellows
,
students
,
just
returned
from
Germany
,
commonplace
young
men
,
who
seemed
restless
and
uncomfortable
,
as
if
they
found
the
proceedings
slow
.
The
truth
was
,
we
were
too
clever
for
them
.
Our
brilliant
but
polished
conversation
,
and
our
high-class
tastes
,
were
beyond
them
.
They
were
out
of
place
,
among
us
.
They
never
ought
to
have
been
there
at
all
.
Everybody
agreed
upon
that
,
later
on
.
We
played
Morceaux
from
the
old
German
masters
.
We
discussed
philosophy
and
ethics
.
We
flirted
with
graceful
dignity
.
We
were
even
humorous
--
in
a
high-class
way
.
