SONG OF THE MODERN ATONEMENT
By J. W. Foley.
Sumtimes i wisht i was a pirut so
i woodunt hafftoo go to skool uno
but fli mi skulankroasboans in the breez
ann berry awl mi treashur in the seez
neer sum lost iland ann sum uther day
ide kum ann dive fore it ann bare away
the spannish dubloons i had hidd ann ther
go back to the old town i livd in wenn
i was a boy ann settul down ann sho
um awl i am not prowd ur sweld uno.
then i wood bi the teecher a noo dres
fore she wood nede it badd enuf i gess
ann fownd a norfens hoam ann sel iskream
fore onley wott it kost ann it wood seam
a parradice on urth ann every day
ide give beafstake ann bukweet flower away
too awl the poor ann wenn thay past the hatt
ide dropp a hundered dollur bil in thatt
too maik the preecher gladd ann help him bi
owr way to thoas brite manshuns in the ski.
ann aftur wile i wood repent mi dedes
bi dooen things wich everybuddy nedes
ann spennden mi ilgoten welth to fownd
sum collidges with statchoos awl arownd
ann hayv a littul munney left soze i
woant be a popper wenn i kum too di.
then i wood urn foargivness fore mi past
ann be content to no thatt now at last
ime dooen good ann trien to atoan
fore dedes i did wile aftur welth aloan.
Saturday Evening Post.
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