Arthur Rodman’s “Jingles” Booklet-Pages 39-40

    RIDING THE GOAT-Cont.

Now I couldn’t move a muscle-
  Must have had an awful ride.
That old goat was sure some butter;
  How I cursed his bucking hide.

There I lay alone and helpless,
  In the stillness of the night,
Mid the ruins of a building,
  Hid away from human sight.

Pretty soon I heard a whisper,
  And a stealthy cat-like tread;
‘Twas the three goats coming towards me–
  I must make believe I’m dead.

Didn’t take them long to find me,
  Tho I never made a sound.
Then they took me out and hid me
  Where they thought I’d ne’er be found.

But some brother Mohawks found me,
  Buried almost six feet deep,
On the side of Mt. Maria,
  An acacia at my feet.

Now, ‘twould hardly do to tell you
  All the things they did to me,
For I’m sure you’d not believe it,
  You would say it could not be.

But the nearest e’er I came to
  Getting bumped to Kingdom Come
Was the night I met his goatship,
  That fierce butter, Tubalum.

          WHO IS HE?

B is for “Baldness” of head big and round,
A is for “Affable” clear to the ground,
R is for “Rustling” if a job is in sight,
N is for “No,” if a thing isn’t right;
E is for “Eating” good things without end,
Y is for “Yes” if it’s drink with a friend.

P is for “Peace”–wouldn’t fight on a bet,
A is for “Angry,” I’ve not seen him yet;
L is for “Liar” he never could be,
M is for “Mon” he can borrow from me;
E is for “Enter” the bright pearly gate,
R is the end of this jolly old skate.

          LADIES’ NIGHT

Ladies of The Eastern Star,
An order famous near and far;
Ladies young and ladies old,
Ladies long within the fold.

Womanhood! Bright evening star,
“How we wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky.”

Without you we would not be here,
A place of mirth and right good cheer;
A place to laugh and chat and eat–
We men bow humbly at your feet.

The biblical story of woman I doubt,
And this is the way I’d put it to rout:
I’d say you came from the heart of a rose,
Divinely clad in the rarest of clothes.

Hence your love for fancy dresses;
Hence your rich and silken tresses.
Pinkest cheeks for love’s caresses,
Ah! You know why man confesses.

The grace and beauty of the rose,
As in the breeze it gently sways,
Is but a sign, as man well knows,
Of woman’s sweet and winsome ways.

As its sweet perfume dispels our gloom,
This full blown flower,
So your presence here lends joy and cheer,
This happy hour.

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