Three Maids

There was once a young maid from Niantic,

Who started to cross the Atlantic;

     When half o’er the sea

     She was sick as could be,

Which drove the young lady most frantic.

There was once a young maid in Dakota,

Whom a young fellow loved and he wrote,

     “Dear maid fly with me

     And it’s happy we’ll be

Keeping house in the town of Echota.

There was still a young maid in Atlanta,

A regular Southern enchanter;

     To her sweetheart she said

“You cannot me maid,”

And he answered, “pray tell me why canta?”

Oct. 5, 1904