Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. No matter where my route may lie, No matter whither I repair, In brief - no matter how or why Or when I go, the boys are there. On lane and byways, street and square, On alley, path and avenue, They seem to spring up everywhere The men I am not married to. I watch them as they pass me by; At each in wonderment I stare, And, but for heaven's grace, I cry, There goes the guy whose name I'd wear! They represent no species rare, They walk and talk as others do They're fair to see - but only fair The men I am not married to. I'm sure that to a mother's eye Is each potentially a bear. But though at home they rank ace-high, No change of heart could I declare. Yet worry silvers not their hair; They deck them not with sprigs of rue. It's curious how they do not care The men I am not married to.

No matter where my route may lie, No matter whither I repair, In brief — no matter how or why Or when I go, the boys are there. On lane and byways, street and square, On alley, path and avenue, They seem to spring up everywhere The men I am not married to. I watch them as they pass me by; At each in wonderment I stare, And, but for heaven's grace, I cry, There goes the guy whose name I'd wear! They represent no species rare, They walk and talk as others do They're fair to see — but only fair The men I am not married to. I'm sure that to a mother's eye Is each potentially a bear. But though at home they rank ace-high, No change of heart could I declare. Yet worry silvers not their hair; They deck them not with sprigs of rue. It's curious how they do not care The men I am not married to.