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On The Boulevard

 Oh, it's pleasant sitting here,
Seeing all the people pass;
You beside your bock of beer,
I behind my demi-tasse.
Chatting of no matter what.
You the Mummer, I the Bard; Oh, it's jolly, is it not? -- Sitting on the Boulevard.
More amusing than a book, If a chap has eyes to see; For, no matter where I look, Stories, stories jump at me.
Moving tales my pen might write; Poems plain on every face; Monologues you could recite With inimitable grace.
(Ah! Imagination's power) See yon demi-mondaine there, Idly toying with a flower, Smiling with a pensive air .
Well, her smile is but a mask, For I saw within her muff Such a wicked little flask: Vitriol -- ugh! the beastly stuff.
Now look back beside the bar.
See yon curled and scented beau, Puffing at a fine cigar -- Sale espèce de maquereau.
Well (of course, it's all surmise), It's for him she holds her place; When he passes she will rise, Dash the vitriol in his face.
Quick they'll carry him away, Pack him in a Red Cross car; Her they'll hurry, so they say, To the cells of St.
What will happen then, you ask? What will all the sequel be? Ah! Imagination's task Isn't easy .
let me see .
She will go to jail, no doubt, For a year, or maybe two; Then as soon as she gets out Start her bawdy life anew.
He will lie within a ward, Harmless as a man can be, With his face grotesquely scarred, And his eyes that cannot see.
Then amid the city's din He will stand against a wall, With around his neck a tin Into which the pennies fall.
She will pass (I see it plain, Like a cinematograph), She will halt and turn again, Look and look, and maybe laugh.
Well, I'm not so sure of that -- Whether she will laugh or cry.
He will hold a battered hat To the lady passing by.
He will smile a cringing smile, And into his grimy hold, With a laugh (or sob) the while, She will drop a piece of gold.
"Bless you, lady," he will say, And get grandly drunk that night.
She will come and come each day, Fascinated by the sight.
Then somehow he'll get to know (Maybe by some kindly friend) Who she is, and so .
and so Bring my story to an end.
How his heart will burst with hate! He will curse and he will cry.
He will wait and wait and wait, Till again she passes by.
Then like tiger from its lair He will leap from out his place, Down her, clutch her by the hair, Smear the vitriol on her face.
(Ah! Imagination rare) See .
he takes his hat to go; Now he's level with her chair; Now she rises up to throw.
God! and she has done it too .
Oh, those screams; those hideous screams! I imagined and .
it's true: How his face will haunt my dreams! What a sight! It makes me sick.
Seems I am to blame somehow.
Garcon, fetch a brandy quick .
There! I'm feeling better now.
Let's collaborate, we two, You the Mummer, I the Bard; Oh, what ripping stuff we'll do, Sitting on the Boulevard!

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