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THE MAN YOU COULDN'T GET
You can cry and you can try, To the very day you die, Turnin' up a haughty nose— Sort o' scornful, I suppose, But you're still a-dreamin' yet Of the man you couldn't get.
Most as likely some day you Will get married—hope you do— An' your proud neck bend to rub Little dresses in a tub; But somehow I place this bet: Him you never will ferget.
Course you knows time's comin' that You'll be homely, old an' fat; Then your man will wonder why Once a great while that you sigh; Well you knows what makes you fret, Even then you can't ferget.
Husband, yes, he'll wonder why That you turn a-drift a sigh, Tho' he'll feel it sort o' dim, That the said sigh hain't fer him— It's fer one you love some yet: Fer the man you couldn't get