Bill

Bill hez gone tur war,

     An’ I am all erlone;

All the chum I hed,

     An’ good ez ever known.

Lonesome like an’ still

     Eroun’ the ol’ place now;

Don’t know what tur do,

     An’ don’t keer anyhow,

Bill hez gone tur war,

     He ra-ally gone hez Bill;

Don’t go out o’ nights,

     An' guess I never will.

Don’t now what tur do,

     S’lonesome like an’ blue;

Say, jest thought, by jinks,

     I’ll jine the army too!

    

June 14, ‘98

Pub. in B. Courier, (Aug.?) 1, 1898