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Show DEAKIN BROWN'S WAY. Old Deakin Brown llres out f inn ton a j About four mile or so, . j 'An1 driTes a spankin' team o' bays i Wen he goes to an' fro, j - An' alius w'en he overhauls Borne feller walkin' on the ground. He stops his team an' cramps around, An' calls: "Hullo, Git in an' hev a lift!" You'll sea Mm sit an' chaw an' spil And saw upon the lines, Els Jolly face so red with pride It reg'lar glows and shines; Them bosses step so gay an' high, An' tear along at soch a gait, Tou'd scurcely think their owner'd wait An' cry: 'Hullo, j Git in an' hev a lift!" T see ol' Brown a saggin' down On one e'end o' the seat, An' leaning aldeways now 'n' ag'in To watch 'em pick their feet, You'd think: "Hore comes a rooral swell." But myl How quick your mind 'ud flop W'en deakin'd make them hosses stop i An' yell: "Hullo, Climb in an' her a lift I" i They's folks who ride in all their pride In Fortune's rig on life's highway; . tls folks who trudge along a-foot Ken see 'em drive past every day. They hain't like Deakin Brown et all; It makes no odds how tired ye git Ye'U never see them wait a bit An' call: "Hullo, Climb In an' hev a lift:" George Horton in Chicago Herald. |