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  • Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below,
    When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit
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  • Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time;
    Of viol or of lute some make a song.
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  • Singing larks I saw for sale -
    (Ah! the pain of it)
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  • This is the yarn he told me
           As we sat in Casey's Bar,
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  • The woes of men beyond my ken
    Mean nothing more to me.
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  • Oh you who are shy of the popular eye,
    (Though most of us seek to survive it)
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  • The very skies were black with shame,
    As near my moment drew;
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  • Pines against the sky,
    Pluming the purple hill;
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  • When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
    I'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea;
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  • A fat man sat in an orchestra stall and his cheeks were wet with tears,
    As he gazed at the primadonna tall, whom he hadn't seen in years.
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  • Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind."
    Says she: "You are right, Sam, I've something. It 'appens it's on me be'ind.
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  • Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame,
    The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the sisterhood of shame.
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  • I like to think that when I fall,
    A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea,
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  • There once was a Square, such a square little Square,
    And he loved a trim Triangle;
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  • She said: "I am too old to play
    With dolls," and put them all away,
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  • I
    Once, when a boy, I killed a cat.
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  • Don't cheer, damn you! Don't cheer!
    Silence! Your bitterest tear
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  • Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow;
    "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and give the land a show.
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  • I count each day a little life,
           With birth and death complete;
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  • To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames.
    A pane of glass was in his eye, and stockings on his stems.
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  • What are we fighting for,
    We fellows who go to war?
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  • A little child was sitting Up on her mother's knee
    And down down her cheeks the bitter tears did flow.
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  • Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern,
    And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to earn.
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  • I was in Warsaw when the first bomb fell;
    I was in Warsaw when the Terror came -
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  • I'd rather be the Jester than the Minstrel of the King;
    I'd rather jangle cap and bells than twang the stately harp;
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  • I
    The Moon is like a ping-pong ball;
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  • The poppies that in Spring I sow,
    In rings of radiance gleam and glow,
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  • I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two),
    For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I do),
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  • Heaven's mighty sweet, I guess;
    Ain't no rush to git there:
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  • When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle
    The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the peewit call;
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  • Three Triangles
    TRIANGLE ONE
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  • You've heard of "Casey at The Bat,"
    and "Casey's Tabble Dote";
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  • Within a pub that's off the Strand and handy to the bar,
    With pipe in mouth and mug in hand sat Jobson of the Star.
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  • Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall:
    "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball.
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  • I Laugh at Life: its antics make for me a giddy games,
    Where only foolish fellows take themselves with solemn aim.
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  • 'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night,
    I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can,
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  • Let laureates sing with rapturous swing
    Of the wonder and glory of work;
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  • Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall,
    Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old;
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  • Oh Lip-Stick Liz was in the biz, That's the oldest known in history;
    She had a lot of fancy rags, Of her form she made no myst'ry.
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  • In the wilds of Madagascar, Dwelt a Boola-boola maid;
    For her hand young men would ask her, But she always was afraid.
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  • I
    Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea,
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  • Three men I saw beside a bar,
    Regarding o'er their bottle,
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  • Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa:
    "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: "Ha! Ha!
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  • My mother she had children five and four are dead and gone;
    While I, least worthy to survive, persist in living on.
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  • Three maids there were in meadow bright,
    The eldest less then seven;
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  • I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd,
    That a gay young flapper of a female eel should fall in love with a cod.
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