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A Celebrated Case

by Ambrose Bierce

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Way down in the Boom Belt lived Mrs. Roselle; A person named Petrie, he lived there as well; But Mr. Roselle he resided away⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral iay.
Once Mrs. Roselle in her room was alone: The flesh of her flesh and the bone of her bone Neglected the wife of his bosom to woo⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral ioo.
Then Petrie, her lover, appeared at the door, Remarking: “My dear; I don’t love you no more.” “That’s awfully rough,” said the lady, “on me⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral iee.”
“Come in, Mr. Petrie,” she added, “pray do: Although you don’t love me no more, I love you. Sit down while I spray you with vitriol now⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral iow.”
Said Petrie: “That liquid I know won’t agree With my beauty, and then you’ll no longer love me; So spray and be”⁠—O, what a word he did say!⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral iay.
She deluged his head and continued to pour Till his bonny blue eyes, like his love, were no more. It was seldom he got such a hearty shampoo⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral ioo.
Then Petrie he rose and said: “ Mrs. Roselle, I have an engagement and bid you farewell.” “You see,” she began to explain⁠—but not he!⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral iee.
The Sheriff he came and he offered his arm, Saying, “Sorry I am for disturbin’ you, marm, But business is business.” Said she, “So they say⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral iay.”
The Judge on the bench he looked awfully stern; The District Attorney began to attorn; The witnesses lied and the lawyers⁠—O my!⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral iyi.
The chap that defended her said: “It’s our claim That he loved us no longer and told us the same. What else than we did could we decently do?⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral ioo.”
The District Attorney, sarcastic, replied: “We loved you no longer⁠—that can’t be denied. Not having no eyes we may dote on you now⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral iow.”
The prisoner wept to entoken her fears; The sockets of Petrie were flooded with tears. O heaven-born Sympathy, bully for you!⁠— Sing tooral iooral iooral ioo.
Four jurors considered the prisoner mad, And four thought her victim uncommonly bad, And four that the acid was “all in his eye”⁠— Sing rum tiddy iddity iddity hi.

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