English

Did you ever
see two Yankees part upon a foreign
shore, When the good ship's just about to
start for Old New York once more? With
teardimmed eye they say goodbye, they're friends with
out a doubt; When the man on the pier
Shouts, " Let them clear, " as the ship strikes out.
Say hello to
dear old Coney Isle, if there you chance to
be, When you're at the Waldorf have a
smile and charge it up to me; Mention
my name ev'ry place you go, as 'round the
town you roam; Wish you'd call on my gal, Now re-

Did you ever note the beauty of the soft New England grasses,
— All the ochres, reds and browns;
And the flowers: the purple asters and the goldenrod's rich masses
— With the cardinals' flaming gowns,
Dots of blood against the tangle of the reedy lone morasses
Where the nodding cat-tails rustle under every wind that passes?
— Ah! what reticent depth of color,
— Growing brighter, growing duller,
As a smile of sunlight broadens or a gloomy storm-cloud frowns.

Have you read the blazoned glory of the sunset's revelations,

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Did you ever hear the story 'bout Willy the Weeper?
Made his livin' as a chimney-sweeper.
He had the dope habit an' he had it bad;
Listen while I tell you 'bout the dream he had:
Teet tee dee dee dee dee, toot too doo doo doo doo,
Yah dee dah dah, dee dee dee, dee dah dah!

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He went down to the dope house one Saturday night,
An' he knew that the lights would be burnin' bright.
I guess he smoked a dozen pills or mo';
When he woke up he wuz on a foreign sho':

Did you ever hear about Cocaine Lil?
She lived in Cocaine town on Cocaine hill,
She had a cocaine dog and a cocaine cat,
They fought all night with a cocaine rat,

She had cocaine hair on her cocaine head.
She had a cocaine dress that was poppy red:
She wore a snowbird hat and sleigh-riding clothes,
On her coat she wore a crimson, cocaine rose.

Big gold chariots on the Milky Way,
Snakes and elephants silver and gray.
Oh the cocaine blues they make me sad,
Oh the cocaine blues make me feel bad.

She opened the door, and said in an alarmed tone: " Father, was that you calling me? " And again, " Father! " And once again,
after listening, " Father! I thought I heard you call me twice before! " No response.

Dickens' " Mutual Friend. "

" Did you call me, Father? " Ah no, 'twas the surge,
Swelling a requiem, wailing a dirge:
Back, maiden! create still thy images rare,
Thy bright glowing castles, so frail yet so fair.

" Did you call me, Father? " He hears thee no more,

Did ivver ye see the like o' that?
The warld 's fair fashioned to winder at!
Heuch — dinna tell me! Yon 's Fishie Pete
That cried the haddies in Ferry Street
Set up wi' his coats an' his grand cigars
In ane o' thae stinkin' motor-cars!

I mind the time (an' it 's no far past)
When he wasna for fleein' alang sae fast,
An' doon i' the causey his cairt wad stand
As he roared oot " Haddies!" below his hand;
Ye'd up wi' yer windy an' doon he'd loup
Frae the shaft o' the cairt by the sheltie's doup.

Did I evah tell you, Sonny,
Well, a-he! he! he!
De trick I played in Dixie,
'Way back in 'sixty-three?
I wus wild an' full uv mischief,
An' reckless ez could be,
In dem rough ole days in Natchez,
'Way back in 'sixty-three.

I wus out a-for'gin', Sonny,
Well, a-he! he! he!
Out a-doin' debbilment,
Big man sah, who but me?
Had a smackin' big hoss-pistol,
'Long bout dis size, confound!
Jest to wa'm dem rebels' jackets,
An' make dem jump around.

It wus early Sunday mawnin',

Did but the law appoint us one,
Tired couples to release again,
What shoals of all degrees would run,
To break their matrimonial chain!
The widow old,
Herself and gold
Who to the healthy spendthrift gave;
And the rich churl,
Who took a girl,
Poor wretch! with one foot in the grave.

Prudes, who at men would never look,
Yet slyly tasted Hymen's joy;
And wild coquets, who husbands took,
When they could get no other toy:
Millions would try
The knot to untie:
Towards the goal of liberty,

E LSIE was a maiden fair
As the sun
Shone upon:
Born to teach her swains despair
By smiling on them every one;
Born to win all hearts to her
Just because herself had none;
All the day she had no care,
For she was a maiden fair
As the sun
Shone upon,
Heartless as the brooks that run.

All the maids, with envy tart,
Sneering said, " She has no heart."
All the youths, with bitter smart
Sighing said, " She has no heart!"

" The dictates of nature prove school-knowledge weak;
Does not instinct beyond all the orators speak?
From their parts of speech we'll not borrow one part;
Our lips, without words, find the way to the heart."

Thus as last night I sung, with my lass on my knee,
Methought one below hoarse enquired for me;
We listened and heard him, his breathing seemed scant,
And upstairs he stepped with asthmatical pant.

The door op'ning wide, solus entered the sprite,
Black and all black his dress, sable emblem of night.