Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1897-10-24
Archie Dean.
By Gail Hamilton.)


Archie Dean.
By Gail Hamilton)
Would you laugh or would you cry?
Would you break your heart and die,
II you had dashing lover
Like my handsome Archie Dean,
And he should forget his wooing
BY the moon, the stars, the sun,
To love me evermore,
And should go TO Kitty Carol,
Who has money-so they say
And with eyes love-filledsas ever,
Win her heart that's like a feather,
Vowlng all he had before?
Prithee. tell me. would you cry,
And grow very sad and die?
Away, in the old romances
That dear Archie read TO me,
Those that pleased my girlish fancy,
There was always sure TO be
One sweet maiden with lover
Who was never. never true:
And when they were widely parted.
Then she died, poor broken-hearted,
And did break with grief at last,
Like lily in the blast
Say would you, If you were ms3
III.
True. do love Archie Dean,
Love him, love him, oh! how true;
But see, my eyes are bright,
And my lips and cheeks are red
(Archie put that In my head,
And / don't know what to do,
Whether to lie down and weep
TIL the red is faded out,
And my eyes are dull and dim.
Maybe blind, and all for him;
Il could do 1T, I've no doubt,
Or loop up my pretty hair
With the brightest knots or rlbbon,
And the very sweetest roses.
And go to the village fair,
Where he will be with Kitty,
And will see me dance the Widest
With some bonny lad that's there,
Just to show how much care.
Archie Dean! Archie Deanl
IT'S the sweetest name / know,
IT'S writ on my heart but Der II now
Is drifting the cold snow.
Archie Deani Archie Dean!
There's a pain In my heart while L speak;
/ wonder IL always the thought or your
viii make me SO saddened and weak.
Archie Deani Archie Dean!
/ remember that you said
YouDname should be mine and should De
The haDDieSt bride e er Wtu
l little thought of O day ike TINS
when I could wish / were dead.
Rut there goes the clock, the hour Is near
When must be of TO the falr;
I'll go and dance, and dance
with the bonny lads who are there.
In my dress OF blue, with crimson sash'
Which he always liked 10 see
I'll whirl before him as fast as can,
I'll laugh and chatter, yes. that Is my
And I know that before the morn he'll
wish
That Kitty Carol had never been born,
And that he could be sitting again
Close by my side In the green meadow
vovvine hi, love In a tender strain.
But when I see him coming,
I'll turn my eyes with softest glance
On somebody else-rhen off in the dance
And IL he should happen to get the chance'
For saving how heartily sorry he Is
For HAVING been false 10 me he loves true,
I won't hear a word that he says. would
you?
What had you better. Jennie Msrsh9
| Break your heart for Archie Dean!
| Jennie Marsh! Jennie Marsh!
Not a bit.
'Tis the very thing he is after.
He would say to d Kitty C ,ansSter
| Here's q pretty little chick,
| Who has died for love OF me-
'Tis a pity.
| But what is a man TO do
| When the girls beset him soI
| II he gives a nosegay here,
| IL he calls another dear,
| II he MARBLES TO a third
A love ditty.
| Why, the darling little innocents
| Take 1t all to heart
All! she was pretty Maiden
| A little too fond-hearted,
| Ewes a little too love-laden,
But really. when we papsea
| Well, she died for love OF me-
| Kitty Carroll Don't you see
| You are giving him to Kitty
| Just as sure as sure can pc,
| IT'S the way he takes to- WOO her'
| By slyly showing TO her,
| What a dashing, slashlng. beau Is at her
| And Of all the pretty pratings
| About woman's deatnless loving
| And her ever-faithful proving,
And her womanly devouon,
| I've a very wicked notion
| That TO carry on the one
| That Mary here is signing for.
And Fanny there Is dying TOT,
| Is more than half the happiness
| And more than half the Jun.
| Now, IL / were man,
Jennie Marsh! Jenny Marsh!
II / only were a man
B'or day
| Qm a maiden. so I can't
Always do just what I wnno,
| But IL I we're = man. ia say,
| Archie Dean. 60 to thunderlf
| what's the use OF signs. I wonder,
| Your oaths and vows and mutterings
| Are awfuliy profane.
| HE away to Kitty Carroi,
| Your loss Is but a gain.
| Aren't there fishes still a-swfunming,
| Just as luscious every way
| AS those that Kissed and sputtered
| In the saucepan yesterday?
| But Jennie. charming Jennie,
| You're tender little woman,
| Ard expect you'll say that In
| So shockingly inhuman;
] And beside you'u never dare