Golden curls—tiny feet,
Girl in hammock—looks so sweet.
Man rides past—big mustache,
Girl in hammock—makes a "mash."
"Mash" is mutual—day is set,
Man and maiden—married get.
Married now a year and a day,
Keeping house in Avenue A.
Red-hot stove—beefsteak frying,
Girl got married—cooking trying.
Cheeks all burning—eyes look red,
Girl got married—almost dead.
Biscuit burnt up—beefsteak charry,
Girl got married—awful sorry.
Man comes home—tears mustache,
Mad as blazes—got no cash.
Thinks of hammock—in the lane;
Wishes maiden—back again.
Maiden also—thinks of swing,
And wants to go back, too, poor thing!