I.
If
I but knew when a maid means “yes”,
And when she really means “no”;
But
I don’t alas! and it comes to pass
I let many a good thing go.
For
you know they say she tells you “no”,
When she really meaneth “yes”.
But
whether it’s right, ah! there is my plight,
And a sorry one, I confess.
II.
On
a pretty maid I had often called,
And I was her only beau;
So
I asked her free if she didn’t love me,
And she simply answered “no”.
I
asked her then if she’d marry me,
With no great amount of distress;
And
she came full swing like a bird awing,
And gave me a good, sound “yes!”
Sept.
16, 1895
Pub.
in N.Y. World,
Dec.1,
‘95
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