She was a
Beautiful,
Dutiful,
Grand,
And rollicking queen of Bohemia,
With a cheek that was
Rosier,
Cosier,
And
As soft as a lily, and creamier.
She was always com-
pelling me,
Selling me,
I
Was her slave, but she treated me shamefully.
She went on the
Stage, was a
Rage, as a—
Why—
As a page, and they spoke of her blamefully.
And then in the
Papers her
Capers were
Writ.
I love her no longer,—I swear it;
But I oft spend a
Dollar and
Holler and
Sit
Through her antics. Oh, how can I bear it?