Of Cupid, and upon the battered air

I hear a rumor floating. It is this:

That when the boy god shuffles to the grave

'Tis Syncopated Sambo that will get

His job!

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Ah, me! What sadness resteth on my soul!

FINIS

There was a man that delved in the earth

For glittering gems and gold,