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I WENT up-stairs, this morning, when she rung- / I guess she must of just got out of bed- / It seemed to me her nose looked kind of red; / They was a little wad of hair that hung / Down in a pigtail on her back; she brung / A telegram out to the door, and said: / "Well, get a move-good Heavens, are you dead?" / Somehow she didn't seem to look so young.
I can't help kind of wonderin' to-day / What made her look so queer; it seems as though / There's something that is gone. I'd like to know / If all the ones that's beautiful when they / Get on their riggin' and are fixed up gay / Ain't much but framework when they've gone at night / And safely locked themselves in out of sight / And laid what ain't growed on to them away.