This vile name out—
Bob White, Bob White!
I must go and chase the bird away,
So the woman I love may sleep—
The woman still dear to me today,
Tho’ the world must not see me weep.
I hate the name of the man he calls,
And the dead, tho’ buried from sight,
Must curse each note that spitefully falls,
And the name of the man—Bob White.