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Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell / I love her well. / Yes, though she tramples on my heart / And rends that bleeding thing apart; / And though she rolls a scornful eye / On doting me when I go by; / And though she scouts at everything / As tribute unto her I bring -- / Apple, banana, caramel -- / Haste, Cupid, to my love and tell, / In spite of all, I love her well!
And further say I have a sled / Cushioned in blue and painted red! / The groceryman has promised I / Can "hitch" whenever he goes by -- / Go, tell her that, and, furthermore, / Apprise my sweetheart that a score / Of other little girls implore / The boon of riding on that sled / Painted and hitched, as aforesaid; -- / And tell her, Cupid, only she / Shall ride upon that sled with me! / Tell her this all, and further tell / I love her well.