Y'know it was I fired the shot.
Thanks, awfully. Give me the whiskey,—
There's a horrible pain in my head;
It's queer that my nerves should be frisky
When my heart is as heavy as lead.
I'm worthless; I own it! She told me,
That night at the Country Club ball,—
Don't try, dear old fellow, to hold me,—
Ah, Nellie!--it's over!--don't call!
She told me my life had been wasted,