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Then Robert Service wrote about another with other
EXPECTATIONS
My flask of wine was ruby red
And swift I ran my sweet to see;
With eyes that snapped delight I said:
"How mad with love a lad can be!"
The moon was laughing overhead;
I danced as nimbly as a flea.
Thought I: In two weeks time we'll wed;
No more a lonesome widow she;
For I have bought a double bed
And I will father children three.
So singing like a lark I sped
To her who ne'er expected me.
And then I went with wary tread,
Hew sweet surprise to greet with glee;
To where her lamplit lattice shed
A rosy radiance on the lea:
...And then my heart sank low like lead,
TWO shadows on the blind to see.
A man was sitting on the bed,
And she was nudely on his knee...
I saw her face drain white with dread,
I saw her lover madly flee...
Oh how her blood is ruby red,
And I await the gallows tree.
[[TEMPER! TEMPER! Actually the guy had at least two other options: (1) He could have fashiioned a "PAPER DOLL" to call his own-that always would be there for him when he came home at night; cf. song by same title by The Mills Brothers. OR (2) He could have drifted into a state of 'resigned' TRANQUILITY; cf. previous web page.]]
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