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Show I Walt Mason j 1 mi ins i ii- ' The monled interest ail omblne I lo gel these bard earned plunks of I mine; the waii strwst barons plot ami I plot to soak me In u tender spot tin cormorants of unearned gold would give their hftads to knock me cold." This is the way that James P. Jones, declaims to ma in trumpet tones, when evening Shadows softly fall, and h--lean on the garden wall And II the barons cllmbrd on hlrn. they'd find I the pickings mighty slim; for James Li ,i Jones is aiw ays, broke, bis . re.in absfl Ih a ghastly Joke And I have alwav found II thus. th.. rn..n w U m..kes ll.e biggest fuss about Ihe plutocrutlc Isbsl knaves who bSal us into earl) craves absfl Is one who never had a roll, some cIimd BBbsl gent behave. I bSVS the plunks to put In brine, ur.d none disputes that ihn isH M i ' .'-. i lie Kru-plOg. SAUIICSN pltitea will rob a poor man of his boots." |