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She has slid down the channels	A
Of history's annals	A
Disguised as the child of a king	B
But that is a glib	C
And iniquitous fib	C
For she never was any such thing	B
They called her the Fair One with Golden Locks	D
And it's true she had lovers who swarmed in flocks	D
But the rest is ironic	E
Her business chronic	E
Was selling hair tonic	E
By bottle and box	D
	-
From the dawn till the gloaming	B
She used to sit combing	B
Her hair in a languorous way	F
And her suitors would stop	G
To look into the shop	G
And stand there the rest of the day	F
She filled them with mute but with deep despair	H
For she never glanced up with a smile to where	H
They stood about crushing	B
Each other and blushing	B
She simply kept brushing	B
Her beautiful hair	H
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But a prince who was passing	B
Engaged in amassing	B
Some facts on American life	I
Was suddenly struck	J
By the fact that his luck	J
Might give him that girl for a wife	I
His rashness he didn't attempt to excuse	K
He entered the shop and he stated his views	L
Remarking	B
My jewel	M
I'm confident you will	N
Not wish to be cruel	M
Enough to refuse	L
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Most winsome of creatures	O
He told her your features	O
Have led me to candidly say	F
That no other beside	P
Would I have for a bride	P
We'll be married a week from to day	F
I belong to a long and a titled line	Q
And the least of your wishes I won't decline	Q
Next month I will usher	R
My wife into Russia	S
Sweet comber and brusher	R
Consider you're mine	Q
	-
She looked at him squarely	T
Considered him fairly	T
Her glance was as keen as a knife	I
Then she turned up her nose	U
And with icy repose	U
She answered Well not on your life	I
You're not on the paper the only blot	V
Do you think I come twelve in a parcel what	W
Me pose as your dearie	R
Oh go and chase Peary	R
You're making me weary	R
Now git	W
	-
He got	W
	-
The crowd that had waited	W
Outside was elated	W
So much by the prince's mischance	U
That they greeted with jeers	U
And ironical cheers	U
The end of his little romance	U
They said Did it hurt when the ground you hit	W
They searched for some mark where the prince had lit	W
And as he looked colder	R
They only grew bolder	R
And tapped on his shoulder	R
With Tag You're It	W
	-
The lengthy discussion	X
That sensitive Russian	X
Compiled on the U S A	S
Was read by the maid	W
As she carelessly played	W
With her beautiful hair one day	W
The talk you hear in that primitive land	W
He wrote nobody can understand	W
Somebody who guffed him	Y
She said has stuffed him	Y
And easily bluffed him	Y
To beat the band	W
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The Moral The people across the brine	Q
Are exceedingly strong on Auld Lang Syne	Q
But they're lost in the push when they strike a gang	Z
That is strong on American new line slang	Z

Guy Wetmore Carryl

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