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On the Trail of Love
REAL AFFECTION
If I could say the words I think,
Sly tongue with overwork would bust; I'd make old Shakespeare rise an' say:
"What varlot now disturbs my dust!" If I would do the things which I
Am simply achin' to perform, I'd rope the lightnin' an' I'd jerk
The terror from the blindin' storm.
I'd use a comet fer a bronk,
An' ride him stuck-up like an' proud; My spurs would be a pair of stars,
My blanket jes' a fleecy cloud. I'd roundup all the planets an'
I'd do it sudden, sure an' soon, An' then I'd set back ca'm an' watch
Them mill around the helpless moon.
I'd do all this an' maybe more,
Pervidin' that I thought it would To this here busted heart of mine
Do any sort of passin' good. I'd do it all an' take a chance
To hold the trail thro' Afterwhile, If she would throw me jes' one word
An' tie it up with one sweet smile.
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