 | Echoes ... From The Cabin and Elsewhere |  |
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MY FRIENDS IN BOHEMIA.
Friends have I in Bohemia three—
My pipe, my dog, myself, you see
We make a jolly trinity—
We three are careless Bohemians.
When editors reject my “stuff,”
The larder's lean and things look “tough,”
My friend, the pipe, gives me a “puff”—
My friend number one in Bo-he-mi-a.
My pipe, my dog, myself, you see
We make a jolly trinity—
We three are careless Bohemians.
When editors reject my “stuff,”
The larder's lean and things look “tough,”
My friend, the pipe, gives me a “puff”—
My friend number one in Bo-he-mi-a.
I look into my dog's brown eyes,
He whines as if to sympathize,
That he's hungry you'd ne'er surmise,
My friend number two in Bohemia.
When I come in I hear his bark
Shout welcome down the stairway dark.
Just strike a match—yes, that's he—hark!
My friend number two in Bo-he-mi-a.
He whines as if to sympathize,
That he's hungry you'd ne'er surmise,
My friend number two in Bohemia.
When I come in I hear his bark
Shout welcome down the stairway dark.
Just strike a match—yes, that's he—hark!
My friend number two in Bo-he-mi-a.
My pipe is more to me than maid,
It ne'er with my affections played,
Nor of my heart a football made—
This friend number one in Bohemia.
My dog is more than man to me,
He never lied to me, you see,
While man has lied to and on me—
God save my friends in Bo-he-mi-a.
It ne'er with my affections played,
Nor of my heart a football made—
This friend number one in Bohemia.
My dog is more than man to me,
He never lied to me, you see,
While man has lied to and on me—
God save my friends in Bo-he-mi-a.
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