LOOKY here! -- you fellers -- you Poets I'm a-talkin' to, -- Allus rhymin,' right er wrong, 'Bout your "little" love, and "long" -- 'Pears to me 'at nary one Of you fellers gits much fun Out o' lovin' -- tryin' to fit Out some fool-receet fer it! -- Love's as broad as long! Now, I 'low 'at love's a thing You cain't jes' set down and sing Out your order fer, and say You'll hev yourn a certain way; And how "long" a slice you'll take, Er how short -- 'cause love don't make No distinctions, and you'll find, When it comes, it's all one kind -- Jes' as broad as long! Fust, one of you'll p'tend "Love's no idle song," and send Up his voice in jes' the song He's th'owed up on -- "Love me long!" Now, they hain't no womern needs No sich talk as that! -- er heeds Sich advice as would infer You hed any doubts o' her! Love's as broad as long. Ner I don't see any use, Er occasion, er excuse Fer some other chap to say, In his passioneter way, "Love me madly, as of yore!" -- 'Cause I've seed sich love afore, 'At got fellers down, and jes' Wooled 'em round till they confessed Love was broad as long. No; I'll tell you: You jes' let Love alone, and you kin bet, When the time comes, Love'll be Right on hands as punctchully As he was the day Eve sot Waitin', in the gyarden-spot, Fer ole Adam jes' to go On ahead and tell her so! Love's as broad as long! |