. The book of ballads . THE BOOK OF BALLADS. 99. Decked with shoes of blackest pohsh, And with shirt as white as snow,After matutinal breakfast, To my daily desk I go;First a fond salute bestowing On my Marys ruby Hps,Which, perchance, may be rewarded With a pair of playful nips. All day long across the ledger Still my patient pen I what a feast awaits me, In my happy home at five;In my small, one-storied Eden, Where my wife awaits my coming,And our sohtary handmaid Mutton chops with care is crumbing.

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