She was a

Beautiful,

Dutiful,

Grand,

And rollicking queen of Bohemia,

With a cheek that was

Rosier,

Cosier,

And

As soft as a lily, and creamier.

She was always com-

pelling me,

Selling me,

I

Was her slave, but she treated me shamefully.

She went on the

Stage, was a

Rage, as a—

Why—

As a page, and they spoke of her blamefully.

And then in the

Papers her

Capers were

Writ.

I love her no longer,—I swear it;

But I oft spend a

Dollar and

Holler and

Sit

Through her antics. Oh, how can I bear it?