Sunday, February 14, 2010
(I was 24 when I wrote this. Please make allowances, lol.)
Dastardly Dan was a handsome man,
Dashing and debonnaire.
Sweet Sara McGuire
Was a young lassie with fire,
Who spread her fair charms here and there.
Dastardly Dan was an honest young man,
And one night to Sara he said,
Your body so supple
Will get me in trouble!
It makes my heart pound in my head.
Dastardly Dan was a wise young man
And he knew Sara had many beaus.
But he clung to her side
To which she replied,
“You must know where I go, trouble goes.”
Now Dastardly Dan was a patient man,
And he said, “I’m sure you’ll soon see,
That once I declare
You are mine, then beware!
For no man can take you from me.
Dastardly Dan was a brave young man
And he got in a barroom brawl.
When one night he sat
Where sweet Sara was at,
And took them on, one and all.
Now Dastardly Dan was a famous young man,
A legend in his own time.
But she had beaus a plenty,
(Quite a few more than twenty)
Who to fight for her would stand in line.
Young Dastardly Dan was no foolish young man
And he saw his own future quite clearly.
“Sweet Sara” he said,
“I’ll not fight ‘til I’m dead,
Though you must know that I do love you dearly.”
Now Dastardly Dan is an old, old man
And he looks back on days of his youth.
“I shall never regret
She was so hard to get.
I’ve forgotten her name. That’s the truth!”
Kren - 1972