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The other day a rusty pen got stuck Away deep in her finger, and she held Her poor, dear little hand up then and yelled For me to hurry over there and suck The poison out, and when I went I struck My toe against the old man's cuspidor And rolled about eight feet along the floor Before I knew what happened, blame the luck! When I set up and looked around, at last That long-legged, homely clerk was there, and so He had her finger in his mouth, and, oh, I'll bet you I'd 'a' kicked him if I dast! I never seen the beat the way things go When there's a chance for me to stand a show. |
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That homely clerk took her out for a ride Last Sunday in a buggy, and they rode Around all through the parks; I wisht I'd knowed About it, and the horse would kind of shied, And then got scared and run and kicked, and I'd Of been a piece ahead and saw him jump And leave her hangin' on alone, the chump, And she'd of been so 'fraid she'd nearly died. Then I'd of give a spring and caught the bit, And landed on the horse's back, where all The people there could see me doin' it, And when I got her saved the crowd would call Three cheers for me, and then she'd come and fall Against my buzzum, and he'd have a fit. |
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