So he did.

 

"She is the dearest of girls I confess,

Her milliners' bills are a sight to see;

Dearest of girls in the matter of dress,

Dearest of girls in the world to me.

I lost my heart, but I lost my gold,

And hearts without gold are romantic trash;

Her love was a thing to be bought and sold,

But I couldn't purchase for want of cash.

"Now she is spouse to an aged man,

He's eighty-five and a trifle frail;

Soon he'll finish his life's brief span,

Then she'll look for another male.

Ah! but love comes not twice in our life,

Cupid for ever has passed us by;

So if she asked me to make her my wife,

I would not marry her, no not I."

 

"Oh!" said Tommy, when the song was ended, "so that's your idea of a woman's love."

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