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From The Wit and Humor of America, edited by Marshall P. Wilder, Volume IV, New York and London: Funk and Wagnalls and Company, 1911; pp. 652-653.




I remember, I remember,
     The house where I was wed,
And the little room from which that night,
     My smiling bride was led.
She didn’t come a wink too soon,
     Nor make too long a stay;
But now I often wish her folks
     Had kept the girl away!

I remember, I remember,
     Her dresses, red and white,
Her bonnets and her caps and cloaks, —
     They cost an awful sight!
The “corner lot” on which I built,
     And where my brother met
At first my wife, one washing-day, —
     That man is single yet!

I remember, I remember,
     Where I was used to court,
And thought that all of married life
     Was just such pleasant sport: —
My spirit flew in feathers then,
     No care was on my brow;
I scarce could wait to shut the gate, —
     I’m not so anxious now!

I remember, I remember,
     My dear one’s smile and sigh;
I used to think her tender heart
     Was close against the sky.
It was a childish ignorance,
     But now it soothes me not
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
     Than when she wasn’t got.

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