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THE SKELETON IN KNICKERBOCKERS.

BY H. W. L.

To see her marry

Such a young cub as I.

Then she began to cry,

Swore that she'd rather die

Than not have Harry.

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"I smiled within my sleeve,

And on that very eve

She and I took French leave;

But we were geese, man,

For right on Brattle Street

Whom should we chance to meet

But the old man discreet,

With a policeman.

"This was a bitter pill;

Said I, 'Scoot, Abigail!'

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