  Gabriel’s TrumpThe young man led for a heart, The maid for a diamond played, The old man came down with a club, And the sexton used a spade. * * * It wasn’t the folly of Willie and Molly Nor the heat of the sun or the sands, That made Willie silly, and Molly so jolly, ’Twas the Whiz Bangs they had in their hands. * * * Forgetful Maiden“Here’s to the girl who is mine—all mine; She drinks and she bets, And she smokes cigarettes, And, sometimes, I’m told, She goes out, and forgets That she’s mine—all mine.” * * * Quick, Mama, the HandkerchiefThe little boy had quite a cold— The weather it was hot; I said, “Is that sweat on your lip?” |
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