A VACATION PASTORAL.
I was home for the holiday cheer,
And accepted a kind invitation
To dance out the dying old year.
My opera hat, tie, and collar
From college of course I brought down;
And I knew that my coat, which was "swaller,"
Would astonish the youth of the town.
Miss Bridget, the queen of the kitchen,
Was fresh from the Emerald Isle;
'Twas fit she should see how bewitching
I looked in my elegant style.
So down the back stairs I went, for her
My swell Harvard costume to note;
But she cried when she saw me, "Begorra!
Mister George, where's the rest of yer coat?"