OMETIMES she calls me darling, dear,
’Tis then I’ve nothing harsh to fear.
Again her words come thicker, faster,
They burn me like a mustard plaster.
But I will not repeat the titles
That rasp my ears and chill my vitals.
Enough, I know she’s not to blame,
And that she loves me just the same.”
Copyrighted, 1897.
HE names which you have mentioned, three,
Are what most people give to me.”
He then looked serious and said:—
Copyrighted, 1897.