_When first I kissed my little gal,_
_And felt her sweet embraces,_
_I knew I’d found an “only pal”_
_And would soon get down to cases._
_Alas, it proved a ghastly joke,_
_My friends began to snicker;_
_I found myself K. O.’d and broke,_
_Dang that gal. of liquor._
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“I will be true while you’re away,”
Thus ran the damsel’s song.
“I will be true; but, oh, I say,
Don’t be away too long.”
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Beware, Oil Men!
By Casper Y. Homing.
Oh, mother, may I go out to swim,
Way down behind the willers,
I’ll hang my clothes on a hickory limb,
And won’t go near the drillers.
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