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THE GOOD GIRL OVER THE WAY.
There once was a time when Mamma used to think
I was tidy, obedient, clever;
But now it is useless to seek for her praise:
She never bestows any—never!
My manners, my neatness, my talents, my dress,
In short, all I do or I say,
By force of comparison suffers eclipse
From the good girl over the way.
I was tidy, obedient, clever;
But now it is useless to seek for her praise:
She never bestows any—never!
My manners, my neatness, my talents, my dress,
In short, all I do or I say,
By force of comparison suffers eclipse
From the good girl over the way.
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That girl is a mystery harder to solve
Than my algebra's toughest equation,
Performing each duty in life with contempt
For the slightest approach to evasion.
A flesh-and-blood piece of perfection, and made
Of finer original clay,
What right have inferior mortals to rank
With the good girl over the way?
Than my algebra's toughest equation,
Performing each duty in life with contempt
For the slightest approach to evasion.
A flesh-and-blood piece of perfection, and made
Of finer original clay,
What right have inferior mortals to rank
With the good girl over the way?
Her virtues would fill quite a volume: at school
She obtains all receivable medals,
Her management of the piano, I 've heard,
Is a queenship of keys and pedals;
Her worst composition is worthy of print,
French verbs she considers mere play;
And as for Geometry, Euclid was dull
To the good girl over the way.
She obtains all receivable medals,
Her management of the piano, I 've heard,
Is a queenship of keys and pedals;
Her worst composition is worthy of print,
French verbs she considers mere play;
And as for Geometry, Euclid was dull
To the good girl over the way.
Now I, who am favored with fair common-sense,
In my studies by no means deficient,
Dislike to encounter incessant rebuke
For simply not being omniscient.
My mind is made up; I shall certainly cease
All further attempt, from to-day,
To copy those wonderful traits that exist
In the good girl over the way.
In my studies by no means deficient,
Dislike to encounter incessant rebuke
For simply not being omniscient.
My mind is made up; I shall certainly cease
All further attempt, from to-day,
To copy those wonderful traits that exist
In the good girl over the way.
Besides, it was only last evening I heard—
Who told me of course does n't matter;
The person, I have not a doubt, was sincere,
And never intended to flatter—
Yes, only last evening I really heard
O such a nice somebody say
That one of my smiles would be worth a whole kiss
From the good girl over the way!
Who told me of course does n't matter;
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And never intended to flatter—
Yes, only last evening I really heard
O such a nice somebody say
That one of my smiles would be worth a whole kiss
From the good girl over the way!
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