Well, then! How'd you like to bear the name of Butler As an honor badge eight centuries at least, And then have the Prohibitionists inform you That a butler is a sort of outlawed beast?
Little cullud Rastus come a-skippin' down de street, A-smilin' and a-grinnin' at every one he meet; My, oh! He was happy! Boy, but was he gay! Wishin' 'Merry Chris'mus' an' 'Happy New-Year's Day'!...
Nature, when she made thee, dear, Begged the treasures of the year. For thy cheeks, all pink and white, Spring gave apple blossoms light; Summer, for thy matchless eyes, Gave the azure of her skies;...