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Her brother come this morning with a note / What said that she was home and sick in bed; / She's got an awful bad cold in her head -- / They think it might run into the sore throat, / And oh, what if she'd not come back again, / And they would get some other girl instead / Of her to typewrite here, and she'd be dead? / I wouldn't care no more for nothin' then.
I wish I was the doctor that they'd get, / And when I'd take her pulse I'd hold her hand / And say "Poor little girl!" to her, and set / Beside the bed awhile and kind of let / My arm go 'round her, slow and careful, and / Say, "Now put out your tongue a little, pet."