To behold on the gridiron broiling,
A rump-steak for my oyster sauce,
Oh, ’tis Beef, ’tis Beef, ’tis Beef,
(’Pon my soul I’m not joking),
Oh, ’tis Beef,
Affords relief,
When hunger’s most provoking.
D. A. O’Meara.
Oh! ’Tis Love!
To behold on the gridiron broiling,
A rump-steak for my oyster sauce,
Oh, ’tis Beef, ’tis Beef, ’tis Beef,
(’Pon my soul I’m not joking),
Oh, ’tis Beef,
Affords relief,
When hunger’s most provoking.
D. A. O’Meara.
Oh! ’Tis Love!