Love in a Snowdrift

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Love in a Snowdrift

One winter day in snow-bound train,

In drift we stuck in State of Maine;

It happened near a village small,

And near the track was public hall.

The passengers did all complain

Of these fierce blizzards blow in Maine;

With snow plough they had striven all day,

But found they could not make headway.

The weary hours brought grief and pain

To many on that trip in Maine;

On me the passengers they call

To lecture to them in the hall.

And the next morning I felt vain,

When a young man, belonged to Maine,

Warmly thanked me for my lecture,

“Well pleased with it,” was my conjecture.

He said it gave him chance to gain

The heart of finest girl in Maine;

When to the hall you all resorted,

The sweet girl in car I courted.

My vanity at first was slain.

But when the young man there in Maine

Asked me to wed him to his Jane,

I felt the snow drift was a gain.