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SONNIT-2 A FIVE-CENT PIECE. |
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SONNIT-2 A FIVE-CENT PIECE. Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||
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110. CX.
SONNIT-2 A FIVE-CENT PIECE.
IT BEIN THE ONLY WUN THAT HEZ ESCAPED THE REQUIREMENTS
UV A CHRONIC THIRST.
Price uv a stumick-warmer! thou art very lonely,
One by one thy brethrin brite hev fled;
Thou one brite ray upon my course shel shed;
One nip thou 'lt bring, and, wo is me, one only!
Time wuz wen I dispized thee, frackshun uv a dime;
Time wuz I bathed my too fastijus lips
Deep in the nectar sweets uv 10-cent nips,
And thot my pile wuz endlis ez old Time.
Ez all hev gone, so now shalt thou go, too—
Then appetite must e'en depend on face;
Cheek must uv capital assoom the place,
And furnish stumick; and wen tick won't do,
Farewell, all hope!—I 'll rush upon my doom,
And in camphene my star shel set in gloom.[1]
One by one thy brethrin brite hev fled;
Thou one brite ray upon my course shel shed;
One nip thou 'lt bring, and, wo is me, one only!
Time wuz wen I dispized thee, frackshun uv a dime;
Time wuz I bathed my too fastijus lips
Deep in the nectar sweets uv 10-cent nips,
And thot my pile wuz endlis ez old Time.
Ez all hev gone, so now shalt thou go, too—
Then appetite must e'en depend on face;
Cheek must uv capital assoom the place,
And furnish stumick; and wen tick won't do,
Farewell, all hope!—I 'll rush upon my doom,
And in camphene my star shel set in gloom.[1]
| CX.
SONNIT-2 A FIVE-CENT PIECE. Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||