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by Unknown

’Twas only this mornin’ she came and called me her “dearest dear,”

And said I was makin’ for her a regular paradise here;

O God! if you want a man to sense the pains of hell,

Before you pitch him in just keep him in heaven a spell!

Good-bye! I wish that death had severed us two apart.

You’ve lost a worshiper here, you’ve crushed a lovin’ heart.

I’ll worship no woman again; but I guess I’ll learn to pray,

And kneel as you used to kneel, before you run away.

And if I thought I could bring my words on Heaven to bear,

And if I thought I had some little influence there,