But none, I think, will stand their ground if I can get fair play,
For they know it is true what I say, deary, they know it is true what I say.
I sleep so light of late, wifey, that bedtime comes in vain,
They've bored me so with Gordon that I've Egypt on the brain:
Yet I'll regain these wasted hours—this loss of time won't pay—
And show that I mean what I say, deary, show that I mean what I say.
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JESSIE H. WHEELER.
The Weekly Dispatch, May 4, 1884.