I
wonder what my sweetheart means,
I cannot quite make out;
I
told her I fain would enlist,
Her pretty lips did pout.
“Quite
well,” said she, a trifle vexed,
Then with expression cute;
I’ll
let you go, providing you
Furnish a substitute.”
July
10, 1898
B.
Courier, Sept. 18, 1898
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