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The Complete Poetical Works of John Hay
by by John Hay
Binding: Paperback, 292 pages
Publisher: BiblioLife
Weight: 70
Dimension: H: 0.75 x L: 8 x W: 0.47 inches
ISBN:9781103798094

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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: GOLYER Ef the way a man lights out of this world Helps fix his heft for the other sp'ere, I reckon my old friend Golyer's Ben Will lay over lots of likelier men For one thing he done down here. You did n't know Ben ? He driv a stage On the line they called the Old Sou' west; He wa'n't the best man that ever you seen, And he wa'n't so ungodly pizen mean, No better nor worse than the rest. He was hard on women and rough on his friends; And he did n't have many, I'll let you know; He hated a dog and disgusted a cat, But he'd run off his legs for a motherless brat, And I guess there's many jess so. I 've seed my sheer of the run of things, I 've hoofed it a many and many a miled, But I never seed nothing that could or can Jest git all the good from the heart of a man Like the hands of a little child. Well! this young one I started to tell you about, His folks was all dead, I was fetchin' him through, He was just at the age that's loudest for boys, And he blowed such a horn with his sarchin' small voice, We called him 'the Little Boy Blue.' He ketched a sight of Ben on the box, And you bet he bawled and kicked and howled, For to git 'long of Ben, and ride thar too; I tried to tell him it would n't do, When suddingly Golyer growled, 'What's the use of making the young one cry ? Say, what's the use of being a fool ? Sling the little one up here whar he can see, He won't git the snuffles a ridin' with me, The night ain't any too cool.' GOLYER The child hushed cryin' the minute he spoke; 'Come up here, Major! don't let him slip.' And jest as nice as a woman could do, He wropped his blanket around them two, And was off in the crack of a whip. We rattled along an hour or so, Till we heerd a yell on the still nigh...


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