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Show G The Dixie Owl, St. George, Utah A REAL MAN Men are of two kinds, and he Was of the kind Id like to be . Some preach their virtues, and a few Express their lives by what they do. That sort was he. No flowery phrase On glibly spoken words of praise Won friends for him. He wasnt cheap Or shallow, but his course ran fleep. And it was pure, you know the kind, Not many in a life you find Whose deeds outrun their words so far That more than what they seem they are. No door at which he ever knocked Against his manly form was locked. If ever man on earth was free And independent, it was he. No broken pledge lost him respect, He met all men with head erect, And when he passed I think there went A soul to yonder firmament So white, so splendid, and so fine It came almost to Gods design. |
