ITH me, along that strip of Broadway strewn With lovely maids, each radiant afternoon, And think, of all the thousands you behold, That you can marry one—and only one! |
UT, if the lip I kiss, the hand I press, Upon the morrow seem to charm me less, Ah well, am I not still a Bachelor, And thus, entitled to—another Guess? |
SOME FOR THE COMFORTS OF A CLUB MAY SIGH.
OME for the comforts of a club may sigh, And some for a hermit's lonely life. Not I! Give me a cozy hearthside, and a Girl Always "at home" when I chance by! |
ER cushioned chair a spot where I may curl My weary form, and rest, beyond the whirl Of madd'ning cares; to rise at half-past ten, And call next night—upon another girl! |