Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
Afeard of a Gal
By AnonymousO
And such a mite of a gal;
Why, two of her size rolled into one
Won’t ditto sister Sal!
Her voice is sweet as the whippoorwill’s,
And the sunshine’s in her hair;
But I’d rather face a redskin’s knife,
Or the grip of a grizzly bear.
Yet Sal says, “Why, she’s such a dear,
She’s just the one for you.”
Oh, darn it all!—afeared of a gal,
And me just six feet two!
Considerable tall,
I’m nowhere when she speaks to me,
She makes me feel so small.
My face grows red, my tongue gets hitched,
The cussed thing won’t go;
It riles me, ’cause it makes her think
I’m most tarnation slow.
And though folks say she’s sweet on me,
I guess it can’t be true.
Oh, darn it all!—afeared of a gal,
And me just six feet two!
Is saying should be so!
Go, Cousin Jane, and speak to her,
Find out and let me know;
Tell her the gals should court the men,
For isn’t this leap-year?
That’s why I’m kind of bashful like,
A waiting for her here;
And should she hear I’m scared of her,
You’ll swear it can’t be true.
Oh, darn it all!—afeared of a gal,
And me just six feet two!