And the copse where you once tied my shoe-knot
Is shamelessly open as day!
There's the rustle of silk on the sidewalk;
Just now there passed by a tall hat;
But there's gloom in this "boom" and this wild talk
Of the "future" of Poverty Flat.
There's a decorous chill in the air, Joe,
Where once we were simple and free;
And I hear they've been making a mayor, Joe,
Of the man who shot Sandy McGee.
There's the rustle of silk on the sidewalk;
Just now there passed by a tall hat