Whose father sold clothes on the Bar—
You called him Job-lotski, you know, Joe
She thought it would shame me! I met her
With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop;
And I said that your "love-suit fared better
Than any suit out of their shop!"
And I didn't blush then—as I'm doing
To find myself here, all alone,
And left, Joe, to do all the "suing"
To a lover that's certainly flown.
I met her
With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop