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On the Trail of Love
An' then come tears—such tears—such tears, They made me think I had the Queers; An' then I goes away to hide My own, own love fer which I'd lied.
"An' that same night the Princess cried 'Til daylight by the Sheriff's side.
"Next day she leaves, an' blamed if we Did not the worst kind hate to see Her go, an', well, it makes me sort o' sigh, Fer she jes' kissed us all goodby; Ne'r missed a one, 'cept Billy Bawn, Who says, "I takes mine lookin' on."
"Now this here yarn o' woman's ways,
I never sabes in my days;
When Ben was livin' she would laff
An' think it fun to ever gaff
His heart, but when he ups an* dies
She goes cl'ar wild an' cries—an' cries."