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Che Cafe Lafagette
HERE'S a cafe down in Ninth Street,
In the center of the town-
Its atmosphere's Parisian,
Its cuisine has renown.
The only haunt of bygone days
That keeps a welcome yet,
And may it last while I do-
The Cafe Lafayette.
E Yankees are a vandal race,
And tear our altars down
To make way for office buildings
On the sites our memories crown;
The northward march of progress
Spares the place we can't forget,
And leaves us still to cherish
The Cafe Lafayette.
LD Freddie lives beyond the seas;
So, too, did dear old Joe;
Our Clarence does not climb so much;
Poor Eddie has no show.
On my return from exile,
Why! My eyes with tears are wet,-
I miss so many faces in
The Cafe Lafayette.
UR friendships form a heritage,
Surviving time and space;
Our memories, the golden bonds
Which hold them in their place;
Association hallows
Every spot where we have met.
Have they got a place in Heaven, called-
The Cafe Lafayette'
Dineteen Danbred Sistemn
-TOM TOWNE.
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E. C. KROPP CO., MILWAUKEE
13016-N
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