“Chorus.”
“Don’t say chorus; that’s common.”
“I have to say chorus. My verses don’t speak for themselves, and no one would know it was a chorus if I didn’t explain. Besides, I’m short a line in the chorus, and that is what I’m waiting for to finish the song.
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“Chorus: “Then here’s to the bumper that proves every friend! And though in the drinking it wrings us, Here’s to the cup that we drain to the end, And here’s to–– |
There I stick. I can’t work out the last line.”
“And here’s to the hearts that it brings us!” exclaimed Dicksie.
“Fine!” cried McCloud. “‘Here’s to the hearts that it brings us!’”
Dicksie threw back her head and laughed with the others. Then Whispering Smith looked grave. “There is a difficulty,” said he, knitting his brows. “You have spoiled my song.”
“Oh, Mr. Smith, I hope not! Have I?”