I’d try yer a wake, so I would.
(She looks like the kind I can manage,
A thin thing without any blood!)
But mind, if I comes for a wake, ma’am,
I comes for that time, and no liss;
And so, thin, purvidin’ ye’d want me,
Just give me your name and addriss.
SONG—Bee-hive Town. TUNE—“Marching Through Georgia.”
Have you ever been to see the busy Bee-Hive Town,