Of the darkie band at Murray’s.
Then they supped and danced a fox-trot,
Careless, fascinating fox-trot,
Danced a waltz, another rag-time;
Till the darkie band departed,
Till the waiters all grew restive
Phyllis danced with Tiadatha.
Brother Bill had hied him homewards
Rather peevish, very sleepy,
Saying “See her home to Sloane Street,”