HORACE:

No Persian king had much on Horace;

I was some sad, believe me, Mawruss.

 LYDIA:  What time you loved no other She, Before this Chloë person signed you, I flourished like a green bay tree; Now I’m the Girl You Left Behind You.

LYDIA:

Before this Chloë person signed you,

Now I’m the Girl You Left Behind You.

 HORACE:  This Chloë dame that takes my eye Has so peculiar an allurance I would not hesitate to die If she could cop my life insurance.

HORACE:

Has so peculiar an allurance

If she could cop my life insurance.

 LYDIA:  Well, as for that, I know a gent With whom it’s some delight to dally. With me he makes an awful dent; I’d perish once or twice for Cally.

LYDIA:

With whom it’s some delight to dally.

I’d perish once or twice for Cally.

 HORACE:  Suppose our former love should go Into a new de luxe edition? Suppose I tie a can to Chlo, And let you play your old position?

HORACE:

Into a new de luxe edition?

And let you play your old position?

[Pg 58] LYDIA:  Why, then, you cork, you butterfly, You sweet, philandering, perjured villain, With you I’d love to live and die, Tho’ Cally boy were twice as killin’.

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