So I jes' takes up my banjo an' I plays a little chune,
An' you see dem hai'ds come peepin' out to listen mighty soon.
Den my wife say, "Sich a pappy fer to give you sich a fright!
Jes' you go to bed, an' leave him, say yo' prayers, an' say good
night."
FOOTNOTE:
[65] By permission of Dodd, Mead & Co., publishers. From "Lyrics of
Lowly Life," 1896.
A BIRD IN THE HAND
F. E. WEATHERLY
There were three young maids of Lee,
And they were fair as fair can be;
And they had lovers three times three,
For they were fair as fair can be,
These three young maids of Lee.
But these young maids they cannot find
A lover each to suit her mind;
The plain-spoke lad is far too rough,
The rich young lord not rich enough,
And one's too poor, and one too tall,
And one an inch too short for them all.
"Others pick and choose, and why not we?
We can very well wait," said these maids of Lee.
There were three young maids of Lee,
And they were fair as fair can be;
And they had lovers three times three,
For they were fair as fair can be,
These three young maids of Lee.
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