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The laugh that followed when he ended,
With jibes and squibs of satire blended,
Was such as idlers only hear,—
Rich music to a loafer's ear.
The greenhorn turned his grinning phiz,
And gasped out something like to this,
Which caught my ear, disjointed, blent
With the uprousing merriment:—
“Laugh—ef you want to—but, I swow,
It's a fact—truth,—I tell you now!”
With jibes and squibs of satire blended,
Was such as idlers only hear,—
Rich music to a loafer's ear.
The greenhorn turned his grinning phiz,
And gasped out something like to this,
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With the uprousing merriment:—
“Laugh—ef you want to—but, I swow,
It's a fact—truth,—I tell you now!”
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