Show I BALLADE OF YE LAST MAYOR methinks I see Mee Beyond the realms o of yesterday esterday No future is In the game for Cor mo me Save canning fruit on Hounding pay t Forsooth with a budding hope Yea glided gilded dream r I sought the thc fray But now skidded down the tho slope Of things that gO ye 0 way war How could I know yo ye heavy tax Would make ye people softly swear And flock to lo Glasmann standard which Dealt not with wIlb figures In ye C air hack to yo ye dairy store And to tomato fields Ill nee flee Ye sore and I am m sore Stung Slung everybody says to me mc mcL meL L Lack a da back to y ye mill No Ko more for or Alex of politics sho show the public ye e gave us our fill So back to preserving ye e plump toy to mn to Its all very vory well to advise n a man manto manto to begin at the bottom and work up remarked the tho grao but In my line IIno and In democratic politics in oro town It aint nl practical |