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a song of gallimaufry!                
   of that lively—                                                    
lonel­y street                                                           ­ 

a Troubadour a'play
his fingers clog at fret passé
                   as charming women bravely seek―――――

                              “Red rouge and diamond eyes of gray
                             this fair and mellow-mannered mare!”
                                    his brilliant eyes went spying (and
they stole the skies of May from there!)              

                  to spite the clement nightmare!
     of that pungent—
porter street                                                

the cleats of noble mounts
they pace the pleasance he recounts
                his smile and case lay wide and chic――――

                                   “Red felt, if you would be so kind,
                                              solicit further coin and bill!”
                                 his learn’ed ears went hearing (and
what ditty does remind him still?)                      

of the love and subtle thrill!
       of that gloom ick—
                         ridden street

a drunk man kinks apace
an eager look be on his face
                 in wayward want of his mystique―――――

                                         “Ready nigh my pick-n-anchor
                                            pick on of mutt-n-mutineer!”
                                       his gentle heart went jarring (as
did he of sob'ring rancor spear)                          

t’ward gameless                                                  

watersweet                                                     ­ 
of that lone yet-                                  
lively    
                                                                ­          scene                 . . .