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Show " TO BE A BRAKEMAN. X want to be a Inakeman, Legs Langin over the eclyre of a flat car. Train goin 'bout twenty-live mile'n hour, Lickin the dog fennel 'long the track That's what a brakeman does. I want toie a brakeman, I jing! Makin the boys git off the platform, Cussin the drayman if 1 he skids is lost. Hollers, "Back 'er a length," aud the engineer en-gineer ha9 1o That's a brakeman for ye! No cond uc t or for me, j u c-t a brakeman. By lien! Can make a couplin on dead run. Has spring bottom pants 'a braid on his clothes. Carries a lantern at night 'n cap over Lis ears That's a brakeman, I'll tell yel I want to be a brakeman, Geeminently! Stand in with the agents and op'rators. Gits to Pern every nischt 'n gees the show, Knows the number of the trains, chaws ter. a regular one, you betl 'X I want to be head brakeman, Uol-k-e! Twistin 'er hard, smr.ke rolling round ye, Country people Rtoppin work to look, Girls wavln at yc ii.ll the way to Peru. I'll be one, too, some day. Chicago Record. |
