Comments about Al. McCartan
The Fainting Couch
A southern belle when just a girl
Would live life in a giddy whirl
And should the vapors overtake
To the fainting couch she’d make.
At every party or every ball
In every parlor and every hall
Should a sweet lady feel so low
It’s to the fainting couch she’d go.
The smelling salts always on hand
A servant, there to wave a fan.
It was a Southern Belle’s delight
To sway and swoon, least once a night.
A pretty maid would cast her eye
Upon a beau and she would try
To win his heart and I can vouch
She’d head slowly to the fainting ...