Freston
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Within three miles of Plainfield town,
She took a notion to burst a tire;
We all helped in any way we could,
Standing around in the rain and mire.
We crawled through the city's lighted streets,
And reached, with delight, the glad garage;
And turned her over, with sighs of relief.
To the man who takes such things in charge.
She took a notion to burst a tire;
We all helped in any way we could,
Standing around in the rain and mire.
We crawled through the city's lighted streets,
And reached, with delight, the glad garage;
And turned her over, with sighs of relief.
To the man who takes such things in charge.
'Twas long past the hour when people dine,
And we looked in vain for a table d'hote.
We dined on coffee of wonderful make,
And sandwiches old enough to vote.
Then hie for the train and old New York!
With resolutions many and strong
To never again!—but never mind!
We were tired just then, and the way was long.
And we looked in vain for a table d'hote.
We dined on coffee of wonderful make,
And sandwiches old enough to vote.
Then hie for the train and old New York!
With resolutions many and strong
To never again!—but never mind!
We were tired just then, and the way was long.
Oh, home at last! Oh, sweet, sweet home!—
As the midnight bells tolled off the hours,
With perished gloves and veils and hats,
And tempers soured and some faded flowers.
But the girl in the crimson cap and I
Compared our notes over dê jeuner
And decided the pleasure of motoring
Was worth any price one had to pay.
As the midnight bells tolled off the hours,
With perished gloves and veils and hats,
And tempers soured and some faded flowers.
But the girl in the crimson cap and I
Compared our notes over dê jeuner
And decided the pleasure of motoring
Was worth any price one had to pay.
