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?
Though I admit an edgèd wit 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?