Oh! the belles!
Greedy belles!
How they wring, wring, wring
Soda water, everything,
From the pockets of those "Cash!"-exclaiming swells.
Oh! the belles!
Foxy belles!
What a wealth of hints they fling
To compel the pleasant ring,
Diamond ring!
Ah! the heart engaging ring
Of the golden wedding bells, bells, bells, bells, bells.
Oh! the belles!
I spent a week or two with a friend in the suburbs last spring.
He had one little chap that greatly interested me.
He reminded me of what I must have been, for he was eternally in a peck of trouble.
Liked candy, too, and when I found that he no longer hooked lumps of sugar out of the bowl on the table, I became convinced that his cure must have been radical.
So I made an investigation.