An Egyptian Beauty.

Free Lance, Volume XV, Issue 817, 25 February 1916, Page 23

An Egyptian Beauty.

(For the N.Zi Free Lance.) When you're walking by the Nile In Egypt's sunny clime And the sun is sinking down behind the sand, You can see 'em veiled and lonely, And you'd go and speak, but only You "do not know if they would understand. When you view 'em in the distance. You cannot make quite sure If the yare worthy of your glad, gladeye. So you make your mind up—nearly. And although you feel so queerly You see no reason why you are so shy. When you're just about to speak, The girl behind the veil Turns round and stares so very hard at you, And although she is a beauty And you feel it quite your duty— The maid you are not willing to pursue. For you see a burly fellow Loom down upon your track, You do not like his dark Egyptian glare The girl is of his harem, And from him you cannot take 'em; So you pass her by with just a stoney Donald McDonald. Egypt, January 2, 1916.