"STAY-AT-HOME HEARTS"
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The chaps at home they earn good pay,
And don clean linen every day,
While my shirt runs—its wild career!
Yet—rather I'd be lousy here!
(Yes, even that!)
And don clean linen every day,
While my shirt runs—its wild career!
Yet—rather I'd be lousy here!
(Yes, even that!)
The chaps who stay—the lucky dogs!—
Can stroll around in tailored togs,
While my make-up is something queer—
Yet—better be à scarecrow here!
Can stroll around in tailored togs,
While my make-up is something queer—
Yet—better be à scarecrow here!
The chaps who stay at home and play
At tennis through a summer day,
Need ne'er fall bleeding to the rear—
And yet—I'd rather play out here!
At tennis through a summer day,
Need ne'er fall bleeding to the rear—
And yet—I'd rather play out here!
Sweet-hearting?—ah! you lucky chaps
Who go a-wooing—well, perhaps,
Unless I get a nasty whack,
I'll get a girl when I go back.
Who go a-wooing—well, perhaps,
Unless I get a nasty whack,
I'll get a girl when I go back.
Why, yes, who knows? there still might be
Some girl to love a bloke like me;
There's Dolly—would she drop a tear
If I went under over here?
Some girl to love a bloke like me;
There's Dolly—would she drop a tear
If I went under over here?
