I am hopelessly gone and await the last bell

That will usher me home to the dark depths of hell.

There’s a little red devil a-prodding my feet,

Begging me gently to fall into sleep;

I’m gradually slipping, so here’s my last knell,

Because I am under the Chinaman’s spell.

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Flirtation in a Flower Bed

I had a flower garden,

But my love for it is dead,