And would if I had my way.”
Week-end he took a trolley car,
And to the city hied him,
Alongside of another tar
Who offered for to guide him.
The train rolled o’er a trestle high,
The river ran below him.
“Well, I’ll be blamed!” our tar exclaimed,
And grabbed his pal to show him.
“Yes, dash my weeping eyes!” he cried.