&&&&&&: A Ballad of Conjunctions.

Otago Witness, Issue 2398, 15 February 1900, Page 66

&&&&&&: A Ballad of Conjunctions.

A) i&«i &ersoii lier name, ie where she lived, the Str&; & i-Qany were the h&some beaux "Who bcughi her hesrt & Ii&. The youthful &y S&crs was One 01 the hopeful b& ; His love was like the Chinaman, So childlike & so bl&. Quice otherwise was ft&olph's fiprne, "u'or 'tvas to fury f & ; He scorned to sue, & said the girl Should yield to his comru&. She was a flirt. Alas that such A word her name should bi'&; To sport with one & t'other was The daily joy she pl&. "When &y came, & sighed, & wept, > & wrung his piteous h&&, The wicked thing praised R&olph's name, His income, & his 1&&. & then, in turn, when Tl&olph came, & uiged his hot ilein&&, His fire, she said, should be put out By one h&-hose from Sh&&. Arn&a &erson, you goose! You jilted &y, & One clay he wooed an awful deathHe ate fruit that was c&. & when he died, you could not squeeze One tear from out its gl&; You only thought, " Xow is my time To accept R&olph's h&!" But woe & giief were you fate when STou came to underst& That liftdolph wedded was to that E:ch widow from the K&. Young &y Sfcer's life for you Jlia ctit it a fitful s&; & whe-n you sighed for E&dolph"s arm, Anothei waist it sp&. Oh, h&some is as h&some does; Am&a now is str&ed; She angled too long for her fish, & she herself was l&cd. So, girls, toy not with love, but hug 'The chains of that young fclteier; Or, like Arn&a, you'll become A sour old maid, &c.