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THE CORNER POLICEMAN. |
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THE CORNER POLICEMAN.
Here I stand, out in the street,
Dressed in my uniform trim and neat,
A-cultivating my lonely beat,
In constant danger, and can't retreat,
Of being mashed to sassage meat,
To keep secure the damsels sweet,
Who cross the pave where horses fleet
Dash along with busy feet.
Dressed in my uniform trim and neat,
A-cultivating my lonely beat,
In constant danger, and can't retreat,
Of being mashed to sassage meat,
To keep secure the damsels sweet,
Who cross the pave where horses fleet
Dash along with busy feet.
I takes their bridles and bids 'em whoa!
(I mean the horses I 'spose you know,)
While ladies by in safety go,
And takes 'em round the waist, to show
What protection the law can throw,—
My arm's the City of Boston,—and so,
With all benevolence aglow,
I tap my zeal and let it flow.
(I mean the horses I 'spose you know,)
While ladies by in safety go,
And takes 'em round the waist, to show
What protection the law can throw,—
My arm's the City of Boston,—and so,
With all benevolence aglow,
I tap my zeal and let it flow.
No matter how the cartmen swear,
The C'lossus of roads, I stand right there.
“Gentlemen,” says I, “stay where you are,
While I for the young woman care.
Come here, my dear, my right arm share;
Lean on it, I am able to bear.”
Such gratitude as they declare!
But don't the teamsters tear their hair!
The C'lossus of roads, I stand right there.
“Gentlemen,” says I, “stay where you are,
While I for the young woman care.
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Lean on it, I am able to bear.”
Such gratitude as they declare!
But don't the teamsters tear their hair!
The danger I don't mind a mite,
If I can save the dears from fright,
Who come to me excited quite
For me to put them over right;
'Tis wonderful how many try't!
In such a service I delight,
Regarding not the teamsters' spite,
Whose bark is far worse than their bite.
If I can save the dears from fright,
Who come to me excited quite
For me to put them over right;
'Tis wonderful how many try't!
In such a service I delight,
Regarding not the teamsters' spite,
Whose bark is far worse than their bite.
And thus I stand, 'gainst team and cart;
My orders is my guide and chart,
Nor care a bit whose withers smart;
Yielding to ladies arm and heart,
And doing all my gentle art,
To keep them safe where horses dart,
And drivers wending to the mart
Are held to keep ten feet apart.
My orders is my guide and chart,
Nor care a bit whose withers smart;
Yielding to ladies arm and heart,
And doing all my gentle art,
To keep them safe where horses dart,
And drivers wending to the mart
Are held to keep ten feet apart.
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