Love Under The Ledger Poem by McDonald Clarke

LOVE knock'd one night, at a Gentleman's heart,
When his passions were snug asleep;
But they all jumped up, with a terrible start,
All heels over head in a heap,
All heels over head in a heap,
Says the gentleman--this will never do,
You'll ruin me, Love you will,
My Creditors now, look Devilish blue,
And as sharp as the end of my quill,
And my heart is so full of the girls you've brought
I can't tend to business at all, as I ought.

When I go to enter a price in my book,
Some pretty girl enters my head,
And gives me such a bewildering look,
I write down her name in its stead,
My ledger is marked with Miss P. and Miss C.,
O Love, you're playing the Devil with me.

Says Love, with a giggle, come dear sir,
Let me chuck but the image of this girl in,
There's room in your heart, I know, for her,
See the poor thing, how pale and thin--
And Sympathy took at the lady a peep,
And tumbled the others, all out in a heap,
All heels over head, in a heap.