Old Indiany
INTENDED FOR A DINNER OF THE INDIANA SOCIETY OF CHICAGO
OLD Indiany, 'course we know
Is first, and best, and most , also,
Of all the States' whole forty-four: —
She's first in ever'thing, that's shore! —
And best in ever'way as yet
Made known to man; and you kin bet
She's most , because she won't confess
She ever was, or will be, less!
And yet, fer all her proud array
Of sons, how many gits away! —
No doubt about her bein' great
But, fellers, she's a leaky State!
And them that boasts the most about
Her, them's the ones that's dribbled out.
Law! jes' to think of all you boys
'Way over here in Illinoise
A-celebratin', like ye air,
Old Indiany, 'way back there
In the dark ages, so to speak,
A-prayin' for ye once a week
And wonderin' what's a-keepin' you
From comin', like you ort to do.
You're all a-lookin' well, and like
You wasn't " sidin' up the pike, "
As the tramp-shoemaker said
When " he sacked the boss and shed
The blame town, to hunt fer one
Where they didn't work fer fun! "
Lookin' extry well, I'd say,
Your old home so fur away. —
Maybe, though, like the old jour.,
Fun hain't all yer workin' fer.
So you've found a job that pays
Better than in them old days
You was on The Weekly Press,
Heppin' run things, more er less;
Er a-learnin' telegraph-
Operatin', with a half-
Notion of the tinner's trade,
Er the dusty man's that laid
Out designs on marble and
Hacked out little lambs by hand,
And chewed finecut as he wrought,
" Shapin' from his bitter thought "
Some squshed mutterings to say, —
" Yes, hard work, and porer pay! "
Er you'd kind o' thought the far-
Gazin' kuss that owned a car
And took pictures in it, had
Jes' the snap you wanted — bad!
And you even wondered why
He kep' foolin' with his sky-
Light the same on shiny days
As when rainin'. ('T leaked always.)
Wondered what strange things was hid
In there when he shet the door
And smelt like a burnt drug store
Next some orchard-trees, i swan!
With whole roasted apples on!
That's why Ade is, here of late,
Buyin' in the dear old state, —
So's to cut it up in plots
Of both town and country lots.
OLD Indiany, 'course we know
Is first, and best, and most , also,
Of all the States' whole forty-four: —
She's first in ever'thing, that's shore! —
And best in ever'way as yet
Made known to man; and you kin bet
She's most , because she won't confess
She ever was, or will be, less!
And yet, fer all her proud array
Of sons, how many gits away! —
No doubt about her bein' great
But, fellers, she's a leaky State!
And them that boasts the most about
Her, them's the ones that's dribbled out.
Law! jes' to think of all you boys
'Way over here in Illinoise
A-celebratin', like ye air,
Old Indiany, 'way back there
In the dark ages, so to speak,
A-prayin' for ye once a week
And wonderin' what's a-keepin' you
From comin', like you ort to do.
You're all a-lookin' well, and like
You wasn't " sidin' up the pike, "
As the tramp-shoemaker said
When " he sacked the boss and shed
The blame town, to hunt fer one
Where they didn't work fer fun! "
Lookin' extry well, I'd say,
Your old home so fur away. —
Maybe, though, like the old jour.,
Fun hain't all yer workin' fer.
So you've found a job that pays
Better than in them old days
You was on The Weekly Press,
Heppin' run things, more er less;
Er a-learnin' telegraph-
Operatin', with a half-
Notion of the tinner's trade,
Er the dusty man's that laid
Out designs on marble and
Hacked out little lambs by hand,
And chewed finecut as he wrought,
" Shapin' from his bitter thought "
Some squshed mutterings to say, —
" Yes, hard work, and porer pay! "
Er you'd kind o' thought the far-
Gazin' kuss that owned a car
And took pictures in it, had
Jes' the snap you wanted — bad!
And you even wondered why
He kep' foolin' with his sky-
Light the same on shiny days
As when rainin'. ('T leaked always.)
Wondered what strange things was hid
In there when he shet the door
And smelt like a burnt drug store
Next some orchard-trees, i swan!
With whole roasted apples on!
That's why Ade is, here of late,
Buyin' in the dear old state, —
So's to cut it up in plots
Of both town and country lots.
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