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The songs of Joseph Mather | ||
SONG XLVII. TAPE ALLEN.
Some say Tape Allen is not to be a gunner,
His head is so lofty the clouds it divides;
Others they say he'll make a special runner,
His legs are so long, that he takes such great strides,
His head is so lofty the clouds it divides;
Others they say he'll make a special runner,
His legs are so long, that he takes such great strides,
Some have got a notion,
He'd stride across the ocean,
Like Cololssus
When he crosses
The extensive seas.
He'd stride across the ocean,
Like Cololssus
When he crosses
The extensive seas.
Then why should he refuse
To go and bring us news
From America,
When he could in one day
Set out from home,
Both go and come,
With very much ease?
To go and bring us news
From America,
When he could in one day
Set out from home,
Both go and come,
With very much ease?
The songs of Joseph Mather | ||