Enough Rope/They Part
They Part
AND if, my friend, you’d have it end,
There’s naught to hear or tell.
But need you try to black my eye
In wishing me farewell?
There’s naught to hear or tell.
But need you try to black my eye
In wishing me farewell?
Though I admit an edgèd wit
In woe is warranted.
May I be frank? . . . Such words as “———”
Are better left unsaid.
In woe is warranted.
May I be frank? . . . Such words as “———”
Are better left unsaid.
There’s rosemary for you and me;
But is it usual, dear.
To hire a man, and fill a van
By way of souvenir?
But is it usual, dear.
To hire a man, and fill a van
By way of souvenir?