Sell Her,— That's Right.

Sell her,—that's right! She is young, she is fair; There's the light of the sun in the coils of her hair. And her soul is as white as the first flakes of snow That are falling to-night. 'T is a bargain, a "go" Sell her,—that's right!

Sell her,—that's right! For a bag full of gold. Put her down in your ledger, and label her "Sold" She's only a beauty with somebody's name, And the Church for a pittance will wash out the shame. Sell her,—that's right!