A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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THE PUNSTER GOES BUGGY RIDING. |
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THE PUNSTER GOES BUGGY RIDING.
“Suppose,” he said, in accent soft,
“A fellow just like me
Should axle little girl to wed,
What would the answer be?”
“A fellow just like me
Should axle little girl to wed,
What would the answer be?”
The maiden drops her liquid eyes,
Her smiles with blushes mingle,
“Why seek the bridle halter when
You may love on, sur, cingle?”
Her smiles with blushes mingle,
“Why seek the bridle halter when
You may love on, sur, cingle?”
And then he spoke, “Oh, be my bride,
I ask you once again;
You are the empress of my heart,
And there shall ever rein!
I ask you once again;
You are the empress of my heart,
And there shall ever rein!
“I'll never tire of kindly deeds
To win your gentle heart,
And saddle be the shaft that rends
Our happy lives apart.”
To win your gentle heart,
And saddle be the shaft that rends
Our happy lives apart.”
Upon her cheeks the maiden felt
The mantling blushes glow,
She took him for her faithful hub,
To share his wheel or whoa!
The mantling blushes glow,
She took him for her faithful hub,
To share his wheel or whoa!
January 15th, 1882.
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