Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. James Whitcomb RileyMy Boy
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You walk with a languid swing;
You tinkle and tune your guitar, my boy,
And lift up your voice and sing;
The midnight moon is a friend of yours,
And a serenade your joy—
And it’s only an age like mine that cures
A trouble like yours, my boy!