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Show B THE BOHEMIAN PIANIST. B If I should die tdnlght, B And in my clothes H Should be the goodly sum of B Thirty cents, . B Left lying there B In sweet repose Unspent by me, B I say .. " B If I should die tonight " I B And leave K Behind mo in those cold Prosaic pants The price of six large beers, On draught, Unquaffed by me and destined To remain Forever on the outside of My frame If I should die, And from the great beyond Look back and see That thirty cents taken And spent foolishly For bread Or clothes, i Or some such empty thing; And those six beers Long destined to be bought by me Now spilled Down other throats, Their destiny unfilled; I say, If I should die tonight And go , From here to there (Or where It doesn't snow), And, looking back from there To here Behold Those six large beers So large, and oh, So cold! Go coursing down the throats Of other men, """ 'Twould be so sad. For I would need them Then! New York Commercial. |