Her

I like her in the mountains,

     I like her in the town;

I like her in the parlor

     With the gasoline turned down.

I like her on the common,

     I like her in the store;

But I like her at the seaside,

     Where I can see her more.

For when I love a pretty made,

     I love her through and through;

I love her too well, I’m afraid,

     But nothing else will do.

I want to see her all the day,

     And all the evening through.

I want to see her, anyway,

     And nothing else will do.

I like her on the ocean,

     I like her on the wheel.

I like the shapely ankles

     Her dainty skirts reveal.

I like her on the common,

     I like her in the store;

But I like her at the seaside,

     Where I can see her more.

July 8, 1895

  Pub. in B.

Courier, July

   29, 1895