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Show A HOORAY JINGLE. I. The crops may wither from the ground, Tho mercury may fall, ' But this old world keens goln round, So hooray fcr us all! II. Though prices rlac to meet tho skies An' cash comes not at call, Wo whirl away to Judgment day, So hooray fcr us all! nr. Tho cyclone comes; tho thundcr-druma Tbo timid souls appal; Tho old world moves in steady grooves, So hooray for us all! IV. The life-raco done, the last goal won, Within tho heavenly wall (If naught provents) we'll pitch our tcnte. So hooray for us all! Atlanta Constitution. |