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    September Song
    When I was a young man courting the girls
    I played me a waiting game
    If a maid refused me with tossing curls
    I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls
    While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
    And as time came around she came my way
    As time came around, she came
    When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
    You court them in song and rhyme
    They answer with words and a clover ring
    But if you could examine the goods they bring
    They have little to offer but the songs they sing
    And the plentiful waste of time of day
    A plentiful waste of time
    Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
    But the days grow short when you reach September
    When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
    One hasn't got time for the waiting game