Show RHYMES OF THE DAY Well Laid On Tho Boxers streak of yellow Was thoroughly applied Its up and down tho front and back And meets on either side Chicago Record a SWINGING SONG A year ago he swung the hammock That hung beneath the trees A maiden fair reclined within It As Jiappy as you please He never told her he was jveary But prouder than a king Ho kept tho hammock gently swaying And watched the maiden swing A cunning crib arranged on rockers Sways lightly to and fro I A pretty mamma sIte beside It Singing sweet and low The man who used to swing the hammock Has softly sneaked away And weary of the ceaseless swinging Ho rests his arms today Chicago TlmcsHorald I o S S I WILL R PAY Vengeance Is l mine Thus salth lie Lord H Tho dying missionary cried Hear II you vile bloodthirsty horde By whoso < fcful sword a thousand died Listen and tremble at a crime Blacker than that at Cawnporcs well Your China might have been sublime But you have mado It a hell Can you not seo that blackest night Is banished by accusing day I After tho darkness comes the light Vengeance Is mine I will repay I The souls beneath the altar stone Cried out In torture Lord how long For fiends like you theres moan for moan For brutal beasts theres thong for thong Woll break In twain tho cursed sword Incarnadined with blood today Vengeance Is mine Thus salth the Lord And what the Lord says vo obey Hear Englands retribution cry I Those that have slaughtered they shall die Heart of humanity ho stllH j I Repay wo must Repay we wllll i S Clement Scott |