The Man in the Moon, Vol. 4.
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My Bicycle.
By Jagy Torlton.
He cadgily ranted and sang.—Old Song.
What spins around “like all git out,”
And swiftly carries me about,
So light, so still, so bright and stout?
My Bicycle.
Regard me now where I sit high on
Nag forty pound of mostly iron;