A Serious Love Spell

A young lady sings In our clioir Whose nair la the color of pboir, But her ehurm is uiiique. She has such a fair chique, It is really a joy to be nhoir. Wbenever she looks down the aisle She Lives nio a beautlful sxnaisle, And of all her bsaux I am certaln she sheanz She likes me the bet uil the whatsle, Last Sunday she wore a new sacque, Low eut at ihe front and the biicque, And a lovely bouquet Worn iu sueh i oule.wuet As only few girls have the kuacqne. Some day, ere she grows too (tntlque, In marriage her hand I shall sique; If she's not a coquetie, Which I'd greatly ïegruette, She shall Bhare my six dollars a wiqive.