Real Life

Real Life
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It was back in old Missoury
In a peaceful farming vale,
And the folks were plunged in trouble-
Hushed the music of the flall

There a villian held a mortgage
On the dear old farmhouse roof:
Much he loved the widow’s daughter,
And betrayed the cloven hoof

But, alas! there was no hero
To arrive with manly grace,
And with ringing cries of “Dastard!”
Fling the gold into his face

Yet the villain paled and faltered
While he muttered “Foiled again!”
For his ear had caught the cackle
Of the mortgage-lifting hen
-New York Sun