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Show , ! Walt Mason ! i TCNTING TONIGHT Oh. I cannot pay the rent that the profiteers demand so I m living In a lent on sr me waste and vacant land. In Ihe j wintertime the snow will I- packed around me deep, and the hitler l.la.sts will blow through my whiskers while I i sleep. And the tent b old and brown ar.l it sais against Its poles, and the rain comes slopping down through a roof that's full of holes To extremities I'm brought in this golden age. by George! Twas for Ihis my fathers fought through the snow at Valley Forge And at Gettysburg Get-tysburg my dad gave a leg and collarbone collar-bone little thinking that his lad would be tenting lor. alone; tenting in a canvas shack, far from hecrful mart and street. , water running down his back, and his sideboards full of sleet And my uncle when h went to oppose the hosts of i Spain had no vision of this tent where j I m silting In the rain And the rain comes In a flood, with B flourish and a rush and my cars are full of mud. and I my shoes are full of slush Driven I v the profiteers from the cottages and flats. here I sit and wag tn ears, and my dome lis IUI! OI on is. Jieie , e.i ...... ...v ...j I prunes thi re ;.re thousands lived lik.- me in this land of precious boons. In this i country of the free! oo |