The butcher is a fair minded fellow. He is always willing to meet his customers half weigh.
A queen was she—the beautiful maid—
Beauty or wealth she did not lack—
But the game was euchre that Cupid played,
And the Queen was won by a Jack.
"So you paid $1,000 for a cook stove! Don't you think that was a good deal?"
"Yes, but they threw in a cook with it: she was warranted to stay two years!"
"Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
"I'm going to cut the corn," she said.
"Can I go with you, my pretty maid?"
"You're no chiropodist," she said.