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It's Time to be Joggin' Away.
I
When pitchers are empty an' pouches are bare,It's time to be joggin' away;
When they're grievin' the heart an' they're stintin' the fare,
It's time to be joggin' away:
When they're snappin' an' fratchin' an' peevishly catchin'
At th' best that a body can say;
When love's taen amiss, with a winterly kiss,
It's time to be joggin' away.
II
At the close of the day, when the sun has gone down,It's time to be joggin' away.
When night draws a curtain of deepenin' frown,
It's time to be joggin' away:
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No star shows a glimmerin' ray;
When the journey is lone, an' the gatherin' winds moan,
It's time to be joggin' away.
III
When slander is loud, an' when tricksters are proud,It's time to be joggin' away.
When truth meets with slight, an' when craft wins the fight,
It's time to be joggin' away;
When rascals grow bold, an' when cronies grow cold,
An' cross to the opposite way,
When foemen look sly, an' when neighbours look shy
It's time to be joggin' away.
IV
When the night brings no rest, an' the daylight no cheer,It's time to be joggin' away;
When the heart's full of pain, an' the head full of care,
It's time to be joggin' away;
When favours are sold, an' affection grows cold,
An' kindness begins to decay;
When friendship has fled, an' we live with the dead,
It's time to be joggin' away.
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V
When the shank's growin' slim, an' the eyes growin' dim,It's time to be joggin' away;
When the foot totters slow, an' the pulse flutters low,
It's time to be joggin' away;
When the blood's gettin' thin, an' we're wearied wi' din,
It draws to the close of the day;
Then farewell to all, for the passing bells call,—
It's time to be joggin' away!
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