. The lays of a lawyer . getherIn nipping and in sultry weather,And, each to serve his private been, as friendship goes, good friends;So, Bill, in answer to these rhymesRemembering kindly former timesCome look me up, youll find me thinner;And, William, treat me to a dinner. as i3 m F I were rich Id have a horse, A house that owned a stable,My dinners should be good of course, With claret on the table,My china, glass and silverware Should be beyond all when I needed change of air Id go abroad and travel : Id have a man to black my shoes, Id subsidize a friends I so
. The lays of a lawyer . getherIn nipping and in sultry weather,And, each to serve his private been, as friendship goes, good friends;So, Bill, in answer to these rhymesRemembering kindly former timesCome look me up, youll find me thinner;And, William, treat me to a dinner. as i3 m F I were rich Id have a horse, A house that owned a stable,My dinners should be good of course, With claret on the table,My china, glass and silverware Should be beyond all when I needed change of air Id go abroad and travel : Id have a man to black my shoes, Id subsidize a friends I sometimes would amuse With yachting in the harbor,Id get up in the mornings late. Lets say about dine each night at halt pasteight. And not as now at seven. For nothing should be as it money could arrange it, If I were rich, then just becauseA thing was so Id change it; 24 And, living now in single ease. The first thing I should do, be to settle, if you please, My wedding day with you, dear. as. ON EDITH MASQUERADING AS DI-ANA ON ST. VALENTINE^S DAY IAN Cupid winked his roguish eye,His fat sides shook with rubbed his hands and cried:Oh my! There will be fun hereafter ! Quoth he: Im laying even bets, Miss Dian will repent her Of flouting at me when she getsThe valentine Fve sent her. It seems that he his arrows hadExchanged for those she carried; It grieved the tender-hearted ladThat she had never married; And sure, thought he, amid the rout Of Tuesdays fancy dances If she but take an arrow out, Tis odds that something chances! Alas, alas, she left unlatched That quiver full of she alone remains unscratched By those almighty arrows;26 So weeping sore we go our ways,Wherever our duty leadeth, But evermore we stop to gaze—On Dian ? —No, on Edith.
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