Show lamentation by walt mason hen man too tired to travel lies down and cashes in we plant him in the gravel and raise a mourn ful din we buy some crape and wear it our grief we cannot bear it the passing ot of such merit Is a sin we sorrow tor for the neighbor who a taken to the tomb who turns from useful labor to face untimely doom we say the world seems bleaker since jim adolph meeker grew weaker and then passed up the flume how sad to contemplate him cut off while in his prime I 1 he died we had to crate As him and plant him in jig time he a in the boneyard bone yard dusty who was so good and trusty his virtue ne er grew rusty his going was a crime gut but it if old JI jam could twitter perhaps fremark he would remark its it s not so doggone bitter this sleeping in the dark where endless calm Is reign ing I 1 im in free from all the straining the heartaches and complaining and all the cares that cark ben beneath eath the vagrant thistle I 1 slumber in the soil 41 no early morning whistle Is calling me to toll I 1 m glad that those who love me saw fit it down here to shove I 1 me I 1 sleep while those above me go broke for gas gag and oil I 1 sleep men are breaking beneath their loads ot of fear I 1 sleep while I 1 hearts are aching and eyes are shed ding tears oh frienda friends cut out the weeping mourn not tor for one who a sleeping this stunt I 1 will be keep ing lor for sixty million years |