Until she had enough to pay her husband's premium, quite.

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The husband he was thrown next day from his au-to-mo-bile,
And although rather lonesome it did make his widow feel,
It made her glad to know that she had paid that prem-i-um,
And oftentimes in after years these words she'd softly hum:

CHORUS:

"I cannot pay that premium," etc.



Three Authors


Prolific authors, noble three,
I do my derby off to ye.

_Selected_, dear old chap, who knows
The quantity of verse and prose
That you have signed in all these years!
You've dulled how many thousand shears!
You've filled, at a tremendous rate,
A million miles of "boiler plate"--
A wreath of laurel for your brow!
A stirrup-cup to you--here's how!