We were driving home on a very cold night and this old ditty from college days popped into my head. Where are all these old words stored? Do they fill up one's brain?
Twas a cold winter evening
The guests were all leaving
O’Leary was closing the bar
When he turned and he said
To the Lady in Red
Get out you can’t stay here no more.
She wept a sad tear
In her bottle of beer
As she thought of the cold night ahead,
When a gentleman dapper
Stepped out of the crapper,
And these are the words that he said.
Her mother never told her
The things a young girl should know
About the ways of college men
And how they come and go (mostly go).
Now age has taken her beauty
And sin has left its sad scar.
So remember your mothers and sisters, boys,
Let Nellie sleep under the bar.