My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower-bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight
In my arms fold your fanciable form
My red and white corpuscles tell me this:
That I was born to live within your kiss.
All week I’ve worn this wig and dress
And watched the camp convoy of scandal pass
And asked...
Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here...
