EVERY YEAR

Observer, Volume 7, Issue 333, 25 April 1885, Page 16

EVERY YEAR

Life is a count of losses, every year ; Men get euchered "tradin' hosses," every year; Lost springs with sobs replying, Hot springs with lovers sighing, Are to nervous systems trying, every year. The days have less of gladness, every year ; People strike more cussed badness, every year;; Church fairs no longer charm us, "Tanglefoot " begins to harm us, Social lies perhaps alarm, us, every year. "We see fewer fair dream faces, every year ? Fools bet higher on two aces, every year ; Ah, the merry little mashes, And the heart some maiden smashes Sleep in sackcloth and ashes, every year.

Then come new cares and sorrows, every year;" And some " bloke" our money borrows, every year ; "We make meetings with the ladies, We stroll with them where the shade is f And they bid us go to Hades, every year. Ah, how sad to look before us, every year ; And see fools come in to bore us, every year ;; See our locks becoming whiter, And our bald head growing brighter, And our purse, too, getting lighter, every year;.