The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1856-10-04
Original 1ooctrp.
Written for The Cecil Wing
MYRA MUGGS.
A TRUE AND VERY DoLErrL BALLAD.

A TRUE AND VERY DOLEFrL BALLAD.
Once on time. lady lsve
had my rcins to tryO.
She left her home by the Sh,pans,
To dwell by Loggy Bayou.
My lady was an orphan maid,
Right early died her father.
But she was left above the ground,
The flats and fools 20 po,hcr.
Ny lady to the Southland came,
Arm'd and cquip'd a. teacher,
But soon twas found that 'mongst the beaus
My lady was scre.cbcr;
With large blue eyes she look'd ON me.
Her large blue eyes, they 'lriIld me,
And by their glanccs and their smiles,
With strange disquict f;rd me.
My ladys name was Myra Mugs,
Sweet tond, bIue-eyed and pious,
For DR.. rusey's beads and cross
She had n holy bias;
Wo's me! the day that first We met,
That day will yet undo me,
She duly set to woo me.
Miss Myra Mugs was very kind,
Indeed, was almost charming,
And soon found her sweetness was
My bosoms poace alarming;
She spoke about her lonely life,
And charmingly she courted,
A.l ,,,:,l 4 4,
Most cruelty sue sported.
She said, of all the men on earth,
She fancici me-AE ONLY;
Would clcavc to me through rich or poor,
Through cheerful scenes or lonely,
Would 60 with me to Palestine
Or to the Polar Regions,
And be my true and loving wife
Though foes should rise in legons.
Hers was, she said virgin heart,
She me Err HAD LOVED ANornER,'
Indeed she liked me very much,
She wish d was her BROTHER
She said my verses and my eyes
Her heart had penetrated,
And life would be- Il Paradise
If she with me were mated.
She lcan'd her head upon my breast
And sigh'd "how much l love ysu"
How deep my soul's affection runs
The coming years shall prove you;
Yours am l now and yours will DO.
Whatever fate betidc US,
Nor mothers scowl, ror fathers growl
Shall on the earth divide US.
My Myra met me on the steps
She clnsp'd me and she kiss'd me,
And when staid away too long,
She sgh'l how much I've miss d yc."
When moonlight silvcr'd DER the woods,
We WANDERED to the playground,
Then, back returning, arm in arm,
Stroll'd DER the level play ground.
o, then grew happy man.
No "biucs" or horrors haunted,
The true love of my Myra dear
Was all the bliss wanted;
She said Ill take you to my home,
And In the fall will marry,
For l am yours and you are mine,
Why should we longer tarry p
We husten'd to my sweet hearts home,
Through woods and swamps we blunder' d
BY stage and steamer roll'd and flew,
And DER the railway thunderd;
Her daddy look'd hungry bear,
Morose and grim and grizzlcd,
Her mother stood, a screcching bag,
Her locks unbound and frizzled.
Ny lady dropt a tear or two,
And look'd littlo hustcr'd,
Ma ratified DER the spoons and forks
And daddy groand and blustcr'd;
My lady said could not stay,
So quickly of hurried,
And got in hustc on board the cars,
My bosom greatly furried.
And when week had roll'd around,
got killing letter
That begged me not to call again,
She long HAD LOVED BETTER;
so when you see me looking grim,
l pray defer inquiry,
For if my nose is out Of joint,
lis all about my Myra.
Those hours were very bright to me
While courtcd by my lady,
Though now, must confess, tho times
Have grown little shady;
But if she's found another chap
hope do not shock her
And runs away, why, let her run
To Davy Jones' Locker.
RAGGs.