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OUT TO BOARD.
YOU'RE very kind me to invite,
My friend, with you to dine;
I could not be so impolite
This kindness to decline;
I really cannot well afford
Not to accept—I am out to board.

The first night of our change, you know,
I threw myself upon my bed,
White dress enveloped all aglow,
Remember you now what I said?
How buoyantly my spirit soared,
That I, at last, was out to board.

Our landlady, good in her way,
Aye she endeavors hard to make
Some money, and I think we pay
A heap to her, and no mistake;
Economy—O ain't we gored.
At our house—we're out to board.

I really never knew before,
Not by sad experience,