getting along.
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He shoots the gay rogues I would pay for their song;—
We 're different, sure; still, we 're getting along.
We 're different, sure; still, we 're getting along.
He seems not to know what I eat, drink, or wear;
He 's trim and he 's hearty, so why should I care?
No harsh word from him my poor heart ever shocks:
I would n't mind scolding,—so seldom he talks.
He 's trim and he 's hearty, so why should I care?
No harsh word from him my poor heart ever shocks:
I would n't mind scolding,—so seldom he talks.
Ah, well! 't is too much that we women expect:
He only has promised to love and protect.
See, I lean on my husband, so silent and strong;
I 'm sure there 's no trouble;—we 're getting along.
He only has promised to love and protect.
See, I lean on my husband, so silent and strong;
I 'm sure there 's no trouble;—we 're getting along.
Life isn't so bright as it was long ago,
When he visited me amid tempest and snow;
And would bring me a ribbon or jewel to wear,
And sometimes a rosebud to twist in my hair:
When he visited me amid tempest and snow;
And would bring me a ribbon or jewel to wear,
And sometimes a rosebud to twist in my hair:
But when we are girls, we can all laugh and sing;
Of course, growing old, life 's a different thing;
My good man and I have forgot our May song,
But still we are quietly getting along.
Of course, growing old, life 's a different thing;
My good man and I have forgot our May song,
But still we are quietly getting along.
