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A MORAL-LESS TALE
(Poetic Contribution to the Lariet Lyre) v
She was a perfect lady And she rode the northern range, Being courted by a creature who was careful of his change; When he'd have to spend a dollar He would raise a weird, wild "holler,'. And grumble in a manner both uncouth and very strange.
But this wise and perfect lady Who rode the northern range Had a mind in no way feeble or afflicted with the mange; So she sued for breach of promise This one Doubting Tightwad Thomas, And to pay her and the lawyers cost him cattle, ranch and range.
There's no moral to this story Otherwise than it is true, Ladies now from east to westward seem to know a thing or two; Thus it is not talking madly When we observe quite gladly, Our ladies trot as sv/iftly as the best of them can do, |
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