THE GIRL FOR ME.
I know I’m a Philistine, I know my tastes are low. But still 1 shall persist in A life of vim and go. My own canoe I paddle. But not through Hoods of tears, And laugh at ‘ fiddle-faddle,' About degenerate years. I love a girl who’s healthy, And is not cursed with nerves, And though she isn’t wealthy. My purpose never swerves. She was not taught in college To heave mrthetic sighs, And haply lacks the knowledge Her moods to analyse. But the electric rapture Of her high-valtage kiss I wouldn’t lose to capture The most exquisite bliss. Her accent isn’t proper. Nor is her form divine, But still her heart’s a ‘whopper,’ And it is wholly mine.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue XXII, 30 November 1895, Page 696
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122THE GIRL FOR ME. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue XXII, 30 November 1895, Page 696
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