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She went to town in a gray-green gown

For caviar and wine

I saw her arrive at a quarter to five

She didn't leave till nine.



When she went it was with a gent

Who wore a hat and tails

They boarded a hansom and went to dance some

At a town just west of the dells.



They started along with a laugh and a song

And talk of the dancin' they'd do

The Charleston and rag if they could hurry this nag

They called an over sized shoe.



When the horse had arrived there was no one alive

The gent, the driver or she

In fact it is known that the horse was alone

Not even a carriage to see.