And I’d use the finest cambric mouchoir
And never have the Hay Fever more.”
The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill
And heard her sternutations shrill.
“Would she were mide, and I to-day
Rid of this dab Fever of the Hay.”
But he thought of her sisters and clearly saw
Her mother would be his mother-in-law.
The baby would smear his broadcloth coat
And her brother borrow a five dollar note;