With a love that the lasses of Hoosierdom
Coveted her and me.
But somehow it happened a long time ago,
In the aguish West countree,
That a chill March morning gave the shakes
To my beautiful Deborah Lee;
And the grim steam doctor (drat him!) came
And bore her away from me,—
The doctor and death, old partners they
In the aguish countree.