TAKE BACK YOUR GOLD.
Parody-By Frank K. Forrest.
I saw a man and woman on a lively city street,
'Twas up around the Tenderloin, you know,
And when I got up closer, then I heard the woman speak,
"You wouldn't lock me up without a show;
I only asked you, sir, the time, like anyone would do,
I thought 'twas growing late" -he shook his bead,
She gave to him her wallet, said, "Baby, that's for you,"
He looked it over carefully and said :
"Take back your gold, you've not enough to buy me,
Take back your change you got at Coney Isle;
Come now with me. for Chapman be would guy me,
And make yourself at home for a while."
They walked on to the station, and to jolly him did say,
"I'm a stranger in the city, that is true;"
And the more she tried to jolly him, his answer was, "Nay, nay,
My little lady, Chapman's on to you;
Now don't begin to tell me you're a saleslady and so,
For that's been done and very often tried,
The coin that you would give me, it's not enough of dough,"
He scorned the gift the second time and cried:- Chorus.