Classic Poem

Ev'rything is over and I'm feeling bad,
I lost the best pal that I ever had; 'Tis but a fort-night,
since she was here, Seems like she's gone though for twenty year
Oh, how I miss her my old pal, Oh how I'd kiss her
my gal Sal; Face not so handsome, but
eyes don't you know That shone just as bright, as they did years ago.
Brought her little dain ties just afore she died,
Promised she would meet me, on the other side; Told her how I loved her,
she said: " I know Jim, " Just do your best, leave the rest to Him;
Gently I pressed her to my breast, Soon she would take her
last long rest, She looked at me and
murmured " Pal " , And softly I whispered, " Goodbye Sal " .
They called her frivolous Sal, A peculiar sort of a
gal, With a heart that was mellow, An all'round good fellow, Was
my old pal; Your troubles sorrows and care, She was
always willing to share, A wild sort of devil, But
dead on the level, Was my gal Sal.