If I were--JACK, and you were--JILL,
Our waltz of some few minutes back
Perchance had been a "frightful thrill"--
If you were JILL, and I were JACK!
If I were JACK (that's--So-and-So),
Of smiles your face would know no lack;
That you were stretched on boredom's rack
You would not do your best to show,
If I were JACK.
If you were JILL (that's--Somebody),
I should not find "the work" up-hill;
No treading conversation's mill--
Floor, music, theatres--wearily,
If you were JILL.
If you were JILL, and I were JACK,
A kinder light your eyes would fill,
And I should not look glum and black
If I were--JACK, and you were--JILL!
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