Soho

Soho.
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I loved best her pretty eyes,
Clearer than stars in any skies.
I loved her eyes for their dear lies.
Dance the jig!

And ah! the ways, the ways she had
Of driving a poor lover mad:
It made a man’s heart sad and glad.
Dance the jig!

But now I find the old kisses shed
From her flower-mouth a rarer red
Now that her heart to mine is dead.
Dance the jig!

And I recall, now I recall
Old days and hours, and ever shall,
And that is best, and best of all.
Dance the jig!

Come all you little children,
And listen unto me:
I tell about the queerest thing
That ever man did see.
I tell about a people
Who lived in a great city,
But the way those people managed things
Would move a goat to pity.

They’d miles and miles of railroad,
Those silly people had,
And then they walked and walked about
As if they were quite mad;
They died of cardiac failure,
Those silly people did;
They ran and jumped, they thronged and bumped,
They actually slid.

And all the stores were closed up tight,
And work was left undone;
They did not dare to go out at night,
For fear of thief and gun.
They let their cars stay in the barn,
Their children stop from school;
They let their business go to pot-
The people was a fool.