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Although I have a car of class, A limousine, I also have a jenny ass I call Titine. And if I had in sober sense
Jack would laugh an’ joke all day; Never saw a lad so gay; Singin’ like a medder lark, Loaded to the Plimsoll mark With God’s sunshine was that boy;
I draw sweet air Deeply and long, As pure as prayer, As sweet as song. Where lilies glow
I to a crumpled cabin came upon a hillside high, And with me was a withered dame As weariful as I. “It used to be our home,” she said…
Jenny was my first sweetheart; Poor lass! she was none too smart. Though I swore she’d never rue it… She would never let me do it. When I tried she mad a fuss,
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the r… (I’ve 'ammered out this ditty with… Tramp, tramp, the dim road—we didn… And bellies that was ’oller was th… Tramp, tramp, the bad road, the bi…
You’ve heard of Violet de Vere, s… Whose sitting—base out—faired the… Well, she was haled before the Be… Which signifies araisin’ Cain, an… So there she stood before the Cou…
A—sittin’ in the Bull and Pump With double gins to keep us cheery Says she to me, says Polly Crump" “What makes ye look so sweet. me d… As if ye’d gotten back yer youth .…
For failure I was well equipped And should have come to grief, By atavism grimly gripped, A fool beyond belief. But lo! the Lord was good to me,
For all good friends who care to r… here let me lyre my living creed .… One: you may deem me Pacifist, For I’ve no sympathy with strife. Like hell I hate the iron fist,
An Englishman was Thomas Paine Who bled for liberty; But while his fight was far from v… He died in poverty: Though some are of the sober think…
They say that rhyme and rhythm are Outmoded now. I do not know, for I am far From high of brow. But if the twain you take away,
I took the clock down from the she… “At eight,” said I, “I shoot myse… It lacked a minute of the hour, And as I waited all a—cower, A skinful of black, boding pain,
I sought the trails of South and… I wandered East and West; But pride and passion drove me for… And would not let me rest. And still I seek, as still I roam…
Her baby was so full of glee, And through the day It laughed and babbled on her knee In happy play. It pulled her hair all out of curl