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Show PAT MORAN & CO. Printed without the knowledgo or consent of O. F. Porrlo, tho author of "Pat McDride & Co." Stretching av.-a from Temple Squaro A city fair ou see; A part belongs o Pat Moran, A part belongs to inc. I own the goluc:i light of morn, Of heaven above, a type, The glory of the hill and plain-Pat plain-Pat owns the sower pipe. I own tho robin vvlth his song, The lark on p-nlon licet Pat owns the City Council That cringes at his feet. Where shadows In the canyon A10 changing every hour, I own tho right to roam and dream Pat owns the water power. Mine Is tho murmur of the rill, The shadows as tho lilt Pat's is the snap, the leaky snap, He builds the conduit. I own the creamy summer cloud That o'er tho valley lloats Like some pure angel in a shroud Pat owns the Council votes. Mine are these drops of dew that shluo And 1111 my wild rose full; Those tiny violets are mine Pat owns tho only "pull." He ralllles 'round the Hag each day, No loyalty ho lacks, Yet he is good and kind to mo Ho lets me pay the tax. Pat owns the water mains, In fact, The paving In the street, The gravel in tho City Park, The right to let men eat. Ho has lackeys In the Council, He has dummies high and low, They would sell tho air and sunshine If Patrick ordered so. No man has wealth enough to buy My part in this domain; I would not sell my clouds and sky, My sunshine on tho plain, I would not sell this golden light, These tales tho breezes tell; Gold bus no power to buy my right But the Council 01 ! ! I gaze at ease on every hand, O'er our possessions fair; While Pat saws wood or cracks his whip And Ezra tears his hair. So Pat does me no special good And I do him no hurt, Thankful for tho right to live, And still retain my shirt. "' |