ACT II--ROMANCE
At Omaha you hear folks tell, Actors came to a hotel, Hung their lithographs all around, Played to empty seats and jumped the town; Left their trunks all filled with straw, And that same night escaped from the law.
At Omaha you hear folks tell, Actors came to a hotel, Hung their lithographs all around, Played to empty seats and jumped the town; Left their trunks all filled with straw, And that same night escaped from the law.