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| Hoosier Lyrics Paraphrased | [9] |
| Gettin' On | [14] |
| Minnie Lee | [16] |
| Answer to Minnie Lee | [17] |
| Lizzie | [18] |
| Our Lady of the Mine | [20] |
| Penn-Yan Bill | [25] |
| Ed | [31] |
| How Salty Win Out | [33] |
| His Queen | [36] |
| Answer to His Queen | [37] |
| Alaskan Balladry—Skans in Love | [38] |
| The Biggest Fish | [39] |
| Bonnie Jim Campbell | [42] |
| Lyman, Frederick and Jim | [44] |
| A Wail | [46] |
| Clendenin's Lament | [48] |
| On the Wedding of G. C. | [49] |
| To G. C. | [51] |
| To Dr. F. W. R. | [52] |
| Horace's Ode to "Lydia" Roche | [54] |
| A Paraphrase, Circa 1715 | [56] |
| A Paraphrase, Ostensibly by Dr. I. W. | [57] |
| Horace I., 27 | [58] |
| Heine's "Widow or Daughter" | [59] |
| Horace II., 20 | [60] |
| Horace's Spring Poem, Odes I., 4 | [62] |
| Horace to Ligurine, Odes IV., 10 | [64] |
| Horace on His Muscle, Epode VI. | [65] |
| Horace to Maecenas, Odes III., 29 | [66] |
| Horace in Love Again, Epode XI. | [68] |
| "Good-By—God Bless You!" | [70] |
| Horace, Epode XIV. | [72] |
| Horace I., 23 | [74] |
| A Paraphrase | [75] |
| A Paraphrase by Chaucer | [76] |
| Horace I., 5 | [77] |
| Horace I., 20 | [78] |
| Envoy | [78] |
| Horace II., 7 | [79] |
| Horace I., 11 | [81] |
| Horace I., 13 | [82] |
| Horace IV., 1 | [83] |
| Horace to His Patron | [85] |
| The "Ars Poetica" of Horace—XVIII. | [87] |
| Horace I., 34 | [88] |
| Horace I., 33 | [89] |
| The "Ars Poetica" of Horace I. | [91] |
| The Great Journalist in Spain | [93] |
| Reid, the Candidate | [95] |
| A Valentine | [97] |
| Kissing-Time | [98] |
| The Fifth of July | [100] |
| Picnic-Time | [101] |
| The Romance of a Watch | [103] |
| Our Baby | [104] |
| The Color that Suits Me Best | [106] |
| How to "Fill" | [108] |
| Politics in 1888 | [109] |
| The Baseball Score | [110] |
| Chicago Newspaper Life | [112] |
| The Mighty West | [114] |
| April | [116] |
| Report of the Baseball Game | [118] |
| The Rose | [120] |
| Kansas City vs. Detroit | [121] |
| Me and Bilkammle | [122] |
| To the Detroit Baseball Club | [124] |
| A Ballad of Ancient Oaths | [125] |
| An Old Song Revised | [128] |
| The Grateful Patient | [130] |
| The Beginning and the End | [131] |
| Clare Market | [133] |
| Uncle Ephraim | [135] |
| Thirty-Nine | [138] |
| Horace I., 18 | [141] |
| Three Rineland Drinking Songs | [143] |
| The Three Tailors | [147] |
| Morning Hymn | [150] |
| Doctors | [151] |
| Ben Apfelgarten | [155] |
| In Holland | [158] |
HOOSIER LYRICS PARAPHRASED.
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We've come from Indiany, five hundred miles or more, Supposin' we wuz goin' to get the nominashin, shore; For Col. New assured us (in that noospaper o' his) That we cud hev the airth, if we'd only tend to biz. But here we've been a-slavin' more like bosses than like men To diskiver that the people do not hanker arter Ben; It is fur Jeems G. Blaine an' not for Harrison they shout— And the gobble-uns 'el git us Ef we Don't Watch Out! |
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When I think of the fate that is waiting for Ben, I pine for the peace of my childhood again; I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul And hop off once more in the old swimmin' hole! |