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Show BACHELOR QUARTERS. Bachelor quarters! Well, yes, they're neat; Plenty of room to lounge about; Yoa need not care where you put your feet, Nobody here will frown or pout-Cushions pout-Cushions and pillows and rugs, all free, Nothing too good for you and me. Smoke if you choosa, or sing, or drink; Or what's to hinder a cosy gamo, When the money passes with quiot chink? No one to whisper reproof nor blamo, No look to check us, no hand to stay. We're having it all our own swoot way. f Bachelor quarters? As, yes, my boy; But, under tho words thoro lurks a sigh; j There's something missod ftom our cup of joy i We scarce know what, and wo ask not why. But, God forbid that our lot bo cast In bachelor quarters to tho last. Town Topics. |