When Myrtle Comes to Town

WHEN Myrtle comes to town, 'tis then I bid a quick farewell To idle haunts of idle men, And yield to Beauty's spell; And day or night—'tis e'er the same— Through Gotham up and down I'm squire to just the fairest dame That ever came to town!

When Myrtle comes to town she brings A fragrance freshly sweet Of perfumed hill and mead that clings About her garments neat. And lo, from Fordham's rugged height To Bowling Green adown, Mine is a service of delight When Myrtle comes to town.

When Myrtle comes to town, no more I'm seen at club or ball, But all such follies loud deplore— And haunt the lecture hall. And as we speed serenely by I nod with chilling frown To chaps who bow and envy me When Myrtle comes to town!

When Myrtle comes to town she owns "A cousin's rather nice;" And I, in far more eager tones, Endorse it in a trice. And though on knowledge too intent To heed a word I say, I fondly hope she'll soon consent To come to town to stay!