You Couldn't Hardly Notice It At All.

There was a girl in our town
    Who dearly loved to flirt,
But the home folks never noticed it at all.
    The women in the neighborhood
All said she was too pert,
    But she never even noticed them at all.

One night a young man came to call
    Who was considered slow,
But when he got alone with her,
    He turned the lights down low.
He begged her for a little kiss,
    She softly murmured "No,"
But you couldn't hardly notice it at all.

Edwin C. Ranck

Edwin C. Ranck was an American lyricist noted for his work in the early 20th century. He was a prolific writer and his lyrics were often characterized by their humor and wit. One of his standout works is the poem 'The Optimist', which reflects his positive outlook on life. Beyond that, little is known about his personal life or career. He remains a somewhat obscure figure in literary history.

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If I Could Fly.

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The Alarm Clock.

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    Each one busy with a frown,
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    And the lid was on the town.
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April Fool.

'Twas on the f-f-f-first of April D-D-Day,
    W-w-w-when Nature s-s-smiled and all w-w-was gay,
And I--w-w-why I was in a w-w-whirl,
    'C-c-cause I w-w-was w-w-walking w-w-with my g-g-girl.

We w-w-wandered through a leafless w-w-wood
    W-w-where many giant oak-t-t-trees s-s-stood,
And p-p-paused beside a d-d-dark g-g-green pool
    And sat d-d-down on a rustic s-s-stool.

T-t-then out I s-s-spoke in accents b-b-bold,
    And all m-m-my l-love for her I t-t-told.
She answered w-w-with a sweet, s-s-hy g-g-glance
    That pierced m-m-my h-h-heart like C-C-Cupid's l-lance.

I seized her in a t-t-tight embrace,
    And s-s-showered k-k-kisses on her f-f-face,
And t-t-told her that I'd g-g-give my l-life
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Only A Slight Flirtation

'Twas just a slight flirtation,
    And where's the harm, I pray,
In that amusing pastime
    So much in vogue to-day?

Her hand was plighted elsewhere
    To one she held most dear,
But why should she sit lonely
    When other men were near?

They walked to church together,
    They sat upon the shore.
She found him entertaining,
    He found her something more.

They rambled in the moonlight;
    It made her look so fair.
She let him praise her beauty,
    And kiss her flowing hair.

'Twas just a nice flirtation.
    'So sad the fellow died.
Was drowned one day while boating,
    The week she was a bride.'

A life went out in darkness,
    A mother's fond heart broke,
A maiden pined in secret -
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The Evening Company

Within the sitting-room, the company
Had been increased in number. Two or three
Young couples had been added: Emma King,
Ella and Mary Mathers - all could sing
Like veritable angels - Lydia Martin, too,
And Nelly Millikan. - What songs they knew! -

        "'Ever of Thee - wherever I may be,
        Fondly I'm drea-m-ing ever of thee!'"

And with their gracious voices blend the grace
Of Warsaw Barnett's tenor; and the bass
Unfathomed of Wick Chapman - Fancy still
Can feel, as well as hear it, thrill on thrill,
Vibrating plainly down the backs of chairs
And through the wall and up the old hall-stairs. -
Indeed young Chapman's voice especially
Attracted Mr. Hammond - For, said he,
Waiving the most Elysian sweetness of
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Though eighty-two, he still was hearty,
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The LADY MINNIE-HAHA JOYCE,
Fair MINNIE-HAHA, "Laughing Water,"
So called from her melodious voice.

By Nature planned for lover-capture,
Her beauty every heart assailed;
The good old nobleman with rapture
Observed how widely she prevailed

Aloof from all the lordly flockings
Of titled swells who worshipped her,
There stood, in pumps and cotton stockings,
One humble lover OLIVER.

He was no peer by Fortune petted,
His name recalled no bygone age;
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    Fur 'z you can look or listen,
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Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown
    An' peeked in thru' the winder,
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    'Ith no one nigh to hender.

A fireplace filled the room's one side
    With half a cord o' wood in,
There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died)
    To bake ye to a puddin'.

The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out
    Towards the pootiest, bless her,
An' leetle flames danced all about
    The chiny on the dresser.

Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung,
    An' in amongst 'em rusted
The ole queen's-arm that Gran'ther Young
    Fetched back f'om Concord busted.

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