By J. Eugene Chrisman.
Author of “Poppies,” written exclusively for Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang.
By the lake-front near Chicago with her elbows on her knee
There’s a widder-woman waiting and I know she waits for me;
When the wind is from the stock-yards every odor seems to say
“Come you back you lost star-boarder, come you back you skunk and pay!”
Her apron it was greasy and her hair it hung in strings,
And her name was Sarah Lukens but it had been lots o’ things!
When I saw her first a’diggin’ up the makin’s for a stew
And she wasn’t wastin’ nothing that a dog could chaw in two.