Poor Prune



[Verse]
 * Mamah often used to tell me how I'm prudent
 * It is for girls to let their fancies roam.
 * And go out walking evenings with a student,
 * Instead of washing dishes safe at home.


 * But I never thought my Percy would deceive me:
 * He seemed as good and faithful as a lamb.
 * And now doggone it! If he doesn't leave me,
 * The double faced horn-swoggling little clam:

[Burthen]
 * I will always love you dearie!
 * Morning, night and afternoon;
 * And my heart will be so weary
 * if we don't get married soon!


 * Oh I fell for all that old time junk,
 * Them nights beneath the moon,
 * Poor prune!

[Verse]
 * Now I can't enjoy my meals, my heart is broken:
 * I don't know when I've felt so awful wild.
 * Ah, since those crool remarks of his was spoken,
 * I've turned into a woman from a child.


 * It gets my goat for fair when I remember
 * Them walks we used to take at close of day.
 * And how it used to fan Love's burning ember,
 * When he to me these tender woids would say:

[Burthen]
 * I will always love you dearie!
 * With a love that nought can kill;
 * And my heart will ne'er grow so weary
 * nor my passion get a chill!


 * Yes I fell for all the hot air stuff,
 * That Percy used to spill,
 * Poor pill!