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Splendid Fellow, A

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Delmonico's is where he dines On quail on toast, washed down with wines; Then lights a twenty-cent cigar With quite a flourish at the bar. He throws his money down so proud, And "sets 'em up" for all the crowd; A dozen games of billiards, too, He gaily loses ere he's through. Oh, he's a splendid fellow, quite; He pays his debts with such delight, And often boasts of, to his clan, His honour as a gentleman. But when this splendid fellow's wife, Who leads at home a frugal life Begs for a little change to buy A dress, he looks at her so wry, That she, alarmed at his distress, Gives him a kiss and sweet caress, And says, "Don't worry so, my dear, I'll turn the dress I made last year."

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