I ain’t a’gonna beef a bit,
But still, it’s kinda nice,
A-knowin’ where there’s some to git
Without requestin’ twice.
THE GIRL OF GIRLS
When the war god reached out his talons
And showed me the way to the fray,
My sweethearts shed tears by the gallons—
There was weeping and gnashing that day.
Don’t blame them for crying like babies;