And Phyllis—oh, boy, what a dream!
And now that I’m over the ocean,
I remember them each by their smile;
But there’s one who gets all my devotion,
And I’m thinking of her all the while.
When my clothes need mending and scrubbing,
And only one sock I can find,
And my knuckles are swollen with rubbing,
Why, girlies, you’re far from my mind.
My thoughts are for one who is dearer