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THE GAY LITTLE POSTMAN
His toes he turned out; he had bright black eyes His nose was more than the common size, And he really looked, without any lies,
Too genteel and neat for a postman.
Resolved she was to get in his way: So, without any trouble, she met him one day, And says she, " Have you got e'er a letter, I say, For me, Mister gay little postman ?"
Says he, " I don't know you" Says she, " Good laady I live the next door, the second floor back; My husband's a cobbler—'tis all in your track."
"It's all right," says the gay little postman,
Next morning—I can't tell you what she was at— She felt her heart suddenly beat pit-a-pat, When she heard at the street-door a double "Rat-tat" And in came the gay little postman.
"Here's a letter," says he—the cunning elf!—
"The postage is paid—so't needs no pelf." In fact, he had written the letter himself,
And brought it. the gay little postman !
With love in his eyes he then at her did stare; Says he, " I ne'er saw a lady so fair; I always was partial to carroty hair—
I was," says the gay little postman.
"That your husband ill treats you I can't suppose"— "Yes, he gives me bad words, and sometimes blows; He's an ugly man, and has got no nose"—
"I have!" says the gay little postman.
His kindness was such, that it knew no end; And to prove that he really was a true friend, He took her spouse three pair of shoes to mend-Did Walker, the gay little postman.