Then don't you look so lonesome!
All your dreams will come complete,
And Love will swing his partners
To the tripping of the feet.
O, you needn't look so lonesome! All the good times you shall feel
As you shout the mighty chorus of the "Old Virginia Reel,"
And Love shall join the music with the raptures that abound,
As we heel-and-toe-it lively and we "swing the ladies 'round!"
Then don't you look so lonesome!
Love and happiness shall meet,
And we'll shout good-bye to trouble
In the shuffle of the feet!
Let the boy eat! The grocery-man is a less expensive guest than the doctor, and mush and milk are more palatable than medicine.
"If Santa Claus Don't Come."
If Santa Claus forgets to come,
I don't know what I'll do;
I 'spect I'll get as bad as some
An' cry a little, too;
I wrote an' told him plain as day
What he should buy an' bring;
An' if he don't, I'll always say
That he's a mean old thing!
I want a drum to pound all day
Fer ev'ry passin' crowd;
A punchin'-bag an' foot-ball,—say,
An' gun that shoots out loud;
I'd like to have a pony, too,
An' big dog fer a chum;
Dear me, I don't know what I'll do
If Santa Claus don't come!