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Show The Freezing Country. ' Oh, once there was a Sunny South j H With sunlight silvered o'er; j j I With flowers that reached her rosy mouth; - 'I ' But now that South's no more! ' l! I For as these Icy moments roll, II We hear her shriek: "Pile on the coal!" j "Pile on the coal!" The coal is piled I Until the grate runs o'er; I But still she shouts, in accents wilcr, "I'm freezing! Give me more!" J' And still she cries poor, shivering soul I . f And spends her last, red cent for coal! I H Atlanta Constitution. 1 j |