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Show ! THE EFFECT OF WHITE MULE It was a nice day in October, Last September in July. ' t The moon lay thick upon the ground, The mud shone in the sky. ' ' ': The flowers were jilnging sweetly, The btrtlsrwM frf 1 flftlfWom: So I went into the cellar, To sweep an upstairs room. The time! was Tuesday morning, On Wednesday just at night I saw a thousand miles away, A house just out of sight The walls projected backwards, t The front was round the back. It stood alone with others, , The fence was whitewashed black. It was summer in the winter, The rain Was falling fast. . A bare foot boy with shoes on, Stood sitting on the grass. ' t It was evening and the rising sun, Was setting in the night And everything that I could see, Wlas hidden from my sight. While the organ peeled potatoes, Lard was rendered by the choir. While the sexton rang the dish-rag, : Some boob set the church on fire. "Holy Smoke" the preacher shouted, In the rush he lost his hair. Now his head resembles heaven, For there is no parting there. |
