Lyrics of Lowly Life.
RETORT.
"THOU art a fool," said my head to my
heart,
"Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art,
To be led astray by the trick of a tress,
By a smiling face or a ribbon smart;"
And my heart was in sore distress.
heart,
"Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art,
To be led astray by the trick of a tress,
By a smiling face or a ribbon smart;"
And my heart was in sore distress.
Then Phyllis came by, and her face was fair,
The light gleamed soft on her raven hair;
And her lips were blooming a rosy red.
Then my heart spoke out with a right bold air:
"Thou art worse than a fool, O head!"
The light gleamed soft on her raven hair;
And her lips were blooming a rosy red.
Then my heart spoke out with a right bold air:
"Thou art worse than a fool, O head!"
ACCOUNTABILITY.
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah
folks about dey habits;
Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de
bobtails fu' de rabbits.
folks about dey habits;
Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de
bobtails fu' de rabbits.
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