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The Idly Of The Baggage-man

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Day
28
Month
July
Year
1881
Copyright
Public Domain
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With many a curre the trunks I pitch, With many a sbout and sally; At station, sidiug, crossmg, switch, Ou mouutaiu grade or valley. lieave, I push, I sliug, I toan, With vigi-rous endoaviir. And mm may sinile, aDd men grow cros, But I sling truuka forever. The paper trunk from the country town I balances and daudles; I turn it once or twice around And pull out both the haudles. And erunible ovor travelme ba?, And monstrous sample cases; But I can smash the maker's braga Like piaster Paris vasos! They h"ller, holler as I go, But they can stop me never, For they will learn just what I know, A trunk won'tlast iorever! And in and out I wind about, Aud here I smash a kiester; I turn a grip sack iuside OHt Three times a day ai least oír. I tug, I jerk, I swear, I Bweat, I tosa the light valisee, And what's t'0 big to throw, you bet, I'll fire it 'round in pieces. They murimir, murmur, everywhere, But I will heed them never, For women weep and Btrong men swear, I'll claw their truaks forever! I've cowed the preaeher with my wrath, I scorn the Judge's ermine; And clearing out a rugged path, I've spilied both brief and sermón; And books, aad socks, and carda, and Btnngs, Too numerous to inention; And babies' clothes and wonien's things, Beyond my comprehension. I've spilleii, Tve Bcattered, and I've elung, As far as space could sever, And scatter, soatter, oíd or young, I'll Bcatter thines forever.

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Old News
Ann Arbor Democrat