Only a cruel, heartless girl
Could such perfumery scorn,
Compel a lad of tender years
To wander forth forlorn.
Could such perfumery scorn,
Compel a lad of tender years
To wander forth forlorn.
Only a brave and dauntless youth
Of forty more or less
Could take this Latin motto's truth
To comfort his distress:
Of forty more or less
Could take this Latin motto's truth
To comfort his distress:
"Dum Spiro Spero"—very short
But quite appropriate,
Listen, ye lads of fainter heart
Who share a similar fate.
But quite appropriate,
Listen, ye lads of fainter heart
Who share a similar fate.
Epitaph
Here lie the stumps of cheap cigars,
The ghosts of cheap cologne
Float coldly 'neath the twinkling stars;
Where has the hero gone?
The ghosts of cheap cologne
Float coldly 'neath the twinkling stars;
Where has the hero gone?
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