DECEMBER AND MAY (Mollie Newell)
Copyright, 1893, by Frank Harding.
Written by Ed. Marks. Composed by Wm. Loraine.
An old gray-haired bach'lor stood watching one day
Two fond turtle doves bill and coo;
The sight brought a pang of regret to his heart,
And taught him love's lesson so true.
Said he, "I am weary of living alone;
What a fool a man is I just note.
Though in life rather late I must try find a mate,"
Then he sat at his desk and he wrote:
"Mollie Newell, don't be cruel, my little jewel be;
I'll be true all my life if you will only marry me.
Wealth I have plenty, and though you are but twenty,
While I am past sixty to-day,
What need we care, we'll our happiness share,
Old December shall marry young May."
The letter was written, then sealed and addressed;
The old man still sat in his chair,
And soon in sound slumber, his head on his breast,
He slept dreaming peacefully there.
Be dreamt that fair Mollie his note had received.
And "yes" to his pleadings had said;
In joy at the answer and though still asleep
Pressed his lips to the letter which read:- Chorus.
Still dreaming, he fancied a month they were wed,
He wished some one else had his wife;
For be was too settled for so young a head,
While she loved the pleasures of life.
Each night to a party she'd go with young men,
While he had to stay home in bed;
She had him "quite broke"- with a start he awoke
And he tore up that letter which read: - Chorus.