why doesn't she come?

Why doesn't she come  ?
         I know we said eight.
Or was it half past  ?
That clock mñt be fast :
Why doesn't she come  ?
         She's ten minutes late.

I'll sit by the door
And see her come in.
I've brought her a rose,
         I' borrowed a pin.
I'll be very severe,
I'll tell her, " my dear,
You mustn't be late"
It's quarter past eight
        Why doesn't she come  ?

why doesn't she come  ?
        This must be the place.
She couldn't forget,
Or is she upset  ?
Why doesn't she come  ?
        Am I in disgrace  ?
Oh, well, if it's that,
We were both in wrong

I'll give her the rose
And say I was wrong
I'll give her a kiss
And tell her I'm sorry
"I'm terribley sorry"
why doesn't she come  ?
        perhap she is ill,
I fancied last night
Her eyes were too bright
        A feverish child  ?
She's lying in bed
She's light in the head   !
She's dying - she's dead   !
        Why doesn't she come  ?

Why doesn't she come  ?
        She's tried of me - eh  !
I've noticed a chang,
        Last night she looked strange.
So this is the end  ?
       Why couldn't she say  ?
Well never again !
She neednt explain.
I know who it is
I know who it is
I've done with her now.
       Why doesn't she come  ?

Why doesn't she come  ?
It's nearly half - past.
Well, never again  !
I'll send her the rose,
I want say her word,
Jñt send her the rose
She'd laugh, I suppose !
A flirt and a fraud !
I'll travel abroad ;

I'll go to the East:
I'll shoot wild beast.
And now for a drink,
A brandy I think -
         And drown my self in it.........
I'll shoot my self.......oh,
How I loved her...!
Hul- lo!
What ? late ? not a minute .......!

by A.P. Herbert