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Show STCCK YARDS NURSERY RHYMES. Sing a song o' packers, A pocket full o' cash. Four and twenty killers Doping corned b8ef hash; When the yards are open They begin to lie. Isn't that a dainty dish To set before a guy? Armour's in U19 counting house, Counting out his money; Swift's in the office Making "pure loaf honey"; Sinclair's at the Everett House, Writing all the day. Soak, it to the Beef Trust-Hip! Trust-Hip! Hip! Hooray! Mary had a little lamb, Or maybe 'twas a goat, They served it up as potted ham At a dollar table d'hote. New York Evening Mail. |