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I been walking all day
and all night too
I been walking all day
and all night too
'Cause my meal-ticket woman have quit me
and I can't find no work to do

I picken up the news paper
and I looked in the ads
Says I picken up the news paper
and I looken in the ads
And the policeman come along
and he arrested me for vag

(Now, boys, you ought to see me in my black and white suit

It won't do.)

I said, Judge,
Judge, what may be my fine?
Lord I say Judge,
Judge, what may be my fine?

I been drifting and
rolling along
the road

Looking
for my room and board

Like a log I've
been jammed on
the bank
So hungry
I've grew lean and lank

Get me a pick and
shovel, dig down
in the ground
Gonna keep on
digging till the blues come down

Mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm
Mmmmmm mmmmmm
Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm

I've got the blues
for my sweet man
in jail
Now and the judge
won't let me go his bail

I've been rolling and
drifting from shore

The hunt is up,
The hunt is up,
And now it is almost day;
And he that's in bed with another man's wife,
It's time to get him away.

‘How brent 's your brow, my Lady Elspat!
How golden yallow is your hair!
Of all the maids of fair Scotland,
There 's nane like Lady Elspat fair.’

‘Perform your vows, Sweet William,’ she says,
‘The vows which ye ha made to me,
An at the back o my mother's castle
This night I 'll surely meet wi thee.’

But wae be to her brother's page,
Who heard the words this twa did say!
He 's told them to her lady mother,
Who wrought Sweet William mieckle wae.

For she has taen him Sweet William,

The hour-hand and the minute-hand upon a polished dial
A meeting planned at twelve o'clock to walk and talk awhile.
The Hour-hand with the Minute-hand could never keep apace.
“The speed at which you move,” he said, “is really a disgrace!”

Then laughed the Minute-hand and sang, “The way that I must go
Is marked with milestones all along, and there are twelve, you know.
And I must call at each of these before my journey's done,
While you are creeping like a snail from twelve o'clock to one.

High are the mountains and low is the plain,
Where Billy the Kid comes a-ridin' again.

Old Juánico sees him—black on the moon,
And two haggard horsemen come following soon.

Now topping the rim-rock, now hid in a vale,
Four ghostly white riders press close on his trail.

No thudding of hoofbeats, no sound anywhere,
But nine silent dead men are racing the air.

Beyond the old courthouse and following fast,
The tenth pale pursuer springs out of the past.

Old Juánico sees them—no other eye can,

Here shall remain all tears for lovely things
—And here enshrined the longing of great hearts,
—Caught on a lyre whence waking wonder starts,
To mount afar upon immortal wings;
Here shall be treasured tender wonderings,
—The faintest whisper that the soul imparts,
—All silent secrets and all gracious arts,
Where nature murmurs of her hidden springs.

O magic of a song! here loveliness
—May sleep unhindered of life's mortal toll,
——And noble things stand towering o'er the tide;
Here mid the years, untouched by time or stress,

Here I am and forth I must,
And in Jesus Criste is all my trust.
No wicked thing do me no dere,
Nother here nor elleswhere.
The Father with me, the Sone with me,
The Holy Gost, and the Trinité,
Be betwixt my gostly enemé and me.
In the name of the Father and the Son
And the Holy Gost, Amen.

Helen, had I known yesterday
That you could discharge the ache
Out of the wound,
Had I known yesterday you could take
The turgid electric ache away,
Drink it up in the ground
Of your soft white body, as lightning
Is drunk from an agonised sky by the earth,
I should have hated you, Helen.

But since my limbs gushed full of fire,
Since from out of my blood and bone
Poured a heavy flame
To you, earth of my atmosphere, stone
Of my steel, lovely white flint of desire,
You have no name.

He stood in the pulpit,
So straight and so tall;
Expounding the truth,
He seemed to know all.
The light on his face
Was bright as the sun;
It was easy to see
What the Saviour had done.
The chapel was silent,
Except for his voice,
But as he proceeded,
Many hearts did rejoice.
For the Master was speaking,
Through His servant that day;
And at the conclusion,
They rejoiced on their way.