Young Julius Jones loved Susan Slade;
And olt, in dulcet tones,
He vainly had besought the maid
To take the name of Jones.
“Wert thou but solid, then, be sure,
‘Twould be all right,” said she,
“But, Mr. J., whilst thou art poor
Pray think no more of me.”
Poor Jones was sad; his coat was bad;
His salary was worse;
But hope suggestedJones, my lad,
Just try…”,
