Rude To Rile - Horse Feathers

Maybe he could wait a while?

Maybe grow too tired or old

Maybe they just lay to look

While we were young, we all laughed and we sung

Now we’ve been beat by work

Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays

But the more she is loved she hurts..

It’s rude to rile her up

Those fools for god don’t love another’s touch

Making babies for good or grief?

To these types of fools he pleads

«If beggars aren’t loved they leave!»

She learned it from a book

Suiters approach, receive dirty looks

Calling on her for good or grief

These types of fools who beg and never read