A NEW SONG

Wrote this last night in bed. Except for the Sweet Adeline part, which was written in a barbershop back in aught-three...

Pittsburgh Got Its Aitch

I’m a fat town elder,
I went to school with your father.

I got this cough in the mill
And you will too.

I met my love one summer
Over a piano.

She played Sweet Adeline,
With ringlets of hair
In her eyes.

Sweet Adeline,
My Adeline,
At night, dear heart,
For you I pine.
In all my dreams,
Your fair face beams.
You're the flower of my heart,
Sweet Adeline...