It was late in the evening
The guests were all leaving
O'Riley was closing the bar,
When he spotted this woman
This Red headed woman.
Get out, you can't stay where you are
She shed a big tear in her bucket of beer
As she thought of the cold night ahead.
When out ot the crapper
Stopped a gentleman dapper
And these are the words that he said--
Her mother never told her
The things a good girl should know.
The ways of means of Air Corps men
And how they come and go.
Now age has stolen beauty
And time has left its scar.
So think of your mother and sister boys,
And let her sleep under the bar.
- Anonymous
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