The Observer

From the Omaha Daily Bee, September 19, 1912.
 

 I like to sit beside the road
   A-waitin’ fur the mail.
 Each day the driver will unload
   His treasures, without fail.
 And, be the weather dry or wet,
   A-standin’ in the row,
 Amanda Boggs is there to get
   A letter from her beau.
 
 I’ve watched her now fur quite a while,
   An’ lately I perceive
 She’s lost her laughin’, careless smile,
   And seems inclined to grieve.
 I can’t help sharin’ her regret,
   That seems each day to grow.
 I wish Amanda Boggs would get
   A letter from her beau.
 
 Her eyes were never made fur tears,
   However light their mist.
 These ought to be the happiest years
   In all her birthday list.
 Her feet should dance an’ never set
   A solemn pace an’ slow.
 I wish Amanda Boggs would get
   A letter from her beau.
 
 Why, there’s Amanda, ‘cross the way,
   With sunshine in her face!
 I haven’t seen in many a day
   Such joyous, girlish grace.
 I share her happiness, and yet
   I’d never let her know
 How glad I am to see her get
   A letter from her beau.