Married to a maiden 'Neath electric light, Cheeks were like the roses, Lips were flaming bright. When he woke next morning She gave him a fright— Cheeks were pale and sallow, Lips were almost white. Now he roams forever, Pilgrim of the night, Sleeping in the day-time, Hiding out of sight. Shouldst thou ever marry Maid of red and white, In the early morning Close the shutters tight. |