Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/To a Dressmaker


 * Oh! wherefore bid me leave thy side,
 * Dear Polly? I would ask.
 * How can I all my feelings cloak
 * When in thy smiles I basque?
 * Nay, " Polly-nay," I cannot go!
 * Oh! do not stand aloof,
 * When of my warm affection
 * You possess, oh, wat-er-proof!


 * Why will you thus my feelings gore
 * By sending me away?
 * You know it's wrong, of corset is,
 * Thus to forbid my stay.
 * It seams as though some fell disease
 * Was gnawing at my heart,
 * And hem-orrhage would soon ensue
 * If we, perchance, should part.


 * Then waist the precious time no more,
 * But let the parson tie us
 * Sew firmly that the marriage-knot
 * Shall never be cut bias.
 * In peaceful quietude we'll float
 * On life's unruffled tide,
 * Nor let the bustle of the world
 * " Pull-back" as on we glide.