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Avenging the Maine

A Drunken A. B. and other poems

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DE 'SCURSION DAT YER RODE.

Do you remember, boys, last summer
All dem 'scursions dat yer rode?
Do you remember, boys, der money yer throde away?
Now de snow is fallin' fastly,
On yer feet der ain't no shoes.
Don't yer wish yer had dat money, boys, ter day?