(GK: Garrison Keillor, SS: Sue Scott, TK: Tom Keith, TR: Tim Russell)

O come my one, my only darling,
And sit you down, upon my knee,
And let me put my arm round your shoulders
And sing my love for thee.
SS: Do you think I should get my hair cut shorter? Don't you think it'd be more stylish? Mister Maurice thinks I should. And get some highlights. It would hide all this gray. What do you think? Everyone's doing it. It's looking a little lifeless.

I am in love and I cannot deny it,
My heart lies smothered in my breast.
I walk alone through the streets at midnight,
A troubled mind can know no rest.
SS: Do these pants make me look fat? What do you think? Should I tuck my shirt in or leave it out? Do you like this shirt? You don't, do you. Okay, how about this one? Is this any better? I'm not sure the colors quite match. How about this?

Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
For me twould be an endless summer
If I could know I had your love.
SS: Do you like these shoes? I mean, they're more comfortable than the black ones, but do they look stupid? I feel like they make my feet look wide. Are we going to do much walking? Cause if we're mostly sitting down, then I'll just wear the black ones.

A ship there was and it sailed the sea,
Twas loaded down as deep could be,
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not whether I sink or swim.
SS: Where do you want to go to eat after? I wouldn't mind going to a quiet place, but do you want a big dinner? I don't, but if you do, maybe we should go to The Pines. But the service is so slow. What about we go to that little Italian place and just have a glass of wine? Is that okay? You don't need a big dinner, do you? Or do you? I don't.

O love is handsome and love is fine,
Gay as a jewel when first it is new,
But love grows old and waxes cold,
And fades away like morning dew.
SS: Would you mind if we got rid of that brown chair? It's never been that comfortable and it's so worn and ---- I know it came from your mother's, but maybe we could put it in the guest room. Would you feel bad? I was thinking about something with a litt le pattern in it. A stripe. Look at these fabric samples. Do you like this? Or do you like this one better?

I'll lay my head on some railroad line
And wait for the train to set me free
And put my sorrows all behind
And then perhaps you'll think of me.
SS: What are you doing a week from Wednesday? The reason I'm asking is that my book club is reading a novel by this Guatemalan writer, I forget her name, and we're trying to get more men in the group ---- right now it's just me and Kristina and Emily and Heather and what's her face. It's fun. You'd like it. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Emily does most of the talking. What do you say? Want to?

You are my one, my only darling,
Come sit you down upon my knee.
And tell to me, love, the very reason
That I am slighted so by thee.
SS: Are you listening to me?

And tell to me, love, the very reason
That I am slighted so by thee.
SS: I wish you'd answer when I ask you something.

That I am slighted so by thee.

(c) 1999 by Garrison Keillor