Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/To a Dressmaker
TO A DRESSMAKER.
- Oh! wherefore bid me leave thy side,
- Dear Polly? I would ask.
- How can I all my feelings cloak
- When in thy smiles I basque?
- Nay, " Polly-nay," I cannot go!
- Oh! do not stand aloof,
- When of my warm affection
- You possess, oh, wat-er-proof!
- Why will you thus my feelings gore
- By sending me away?
- You know it's wrong, of corset is,
- Thus to forbid my stay.
- It seams as though some fell disease
- Was gnawing at my heart,
- And hem-orrhage would soon ensue
- If we, perchance, should part.
- Then waist the precious time no more,
- But let the parson tie us
- Sew firmly that the marriage-knot
- Shall never be cut bias.
- In peaceful quietude we'll float
- On life's unruffled tide,
- Nor let the bustle of the world
- " Pull-back" as on we glide.