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Show HIS PATE. At first I lovod a rosebud fair With hazel oyos and auburn hair. Sho giggled bo bewltchingly She quite corralled the heart of me. A llttlo later on I met A second maid, I quite forget If sho was two or three years out: Sho caught mo with hor pretty pout Noxt 'twas a matron, newly wed Who turned my heart as woll as head. I lovod her for a week, for she With dainty mischief, captured mo. 'Twas then I saw a well-flower sweet; A rare old maid with coiffure neat. Her magnetism was immense She won me with her common sense. A fair divorcee then obscured My other loves, I was Immured In precious dreams that swiftly grew , Beneath the spell of what she know. Ah, mo! I'm baok beside the wall, Forgotten by thorn, one and all! And though I plead my penitence, She scorns me sho of common sense Tho Philanderer. |