Published in the September, 1887 issue of Golden Era Magazine
I have a beauteous lady love,
Accomplished, wise and witty;
But how I wish she ne’er had seen
This San Diego City!
She loves me not as once she did,
When first our views we plighted;
For Otay lots now fill her mind,
And my poor claims are slighted.
No longer when I call on her
She hastens out to meet me
with radiant face and beaming eyes
And tender words to greet me.
I find her poring over maps
And abstruse calculations
Of what she’s going to make next week
In her speculations.
I try to speak to her of love
And to declare my passion;
She looks me blankly in the face,
Responding in this fashion:
“In Otay I’ve just bought a lot
To-day, and, Jeremiah,
I’m positive that in a week
Its value will be higher.”
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She shows me all the plans and maps
Of every new addition,
Until fierce longings seize me to
Consign them to perdition.
No tender glaces thrill me through
Nor words as sweet as honey;
She tells me that Otay’s the place
Where I should put my money.
O, Fates! Regard with pitying eye
A poor, distracted lover,
And point a place for which I’d search
All lands and countries over-
Where real estate’s a thing unknown,
Blocks, lots, new towns, additions-
Land agents with alluring tongues,
Big prices and commissions.
I’ll take my love and hasten there,
Nor linger here a minute;
I’ll leave the town without a pang,
And everything that’s in it,
Or else I’ll board the motor train,
The city’s ties I’ll sever;
Allured by her and Otay’s fame,
We’ll speculate forever.
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