The Horse And The Bike

I saw 'em goln up tho road like fiashin streaks o' light, Ají I didn't Uame my good ole bny fur shyin at tho Bight, And in the distanoe mlnglin Eulla an laughtor kep' a lüiglin Till, ter teU the trutU, I fclt a heap more enviuus tlian pulíte. Thn baj , he ti led ter ketch 'em, but a wreath o' iliLsty clund Was all that in the distance told the presenoe o' the crowd, An Isays tep hi.n : "Oio feller, 'tain't nouse o1 orgujiiK. The hoes la ubauU number, an thebioyele's the thiiiy. " . 'Twus kis1 a bit 'fore twilight when them pew pie come along. Iliey wua gota home on foot. 'Twus plain thel Bttthin had gono wrong. 1 he bi-okun bottlea scattered Py some trampa thuir hopes had-shattered. I never see a more dejeeted, weary lookin throng. Tliey all sung "Homo, Bweet Home." I harae ed up an took 'em th(;ro, A.n when tlipy gladly paid two dollars each bT way o' f:ire ïhe ole bay vrinked ouo ear at me an tried his best tor .say, "The blcyeüa ain't i:i i:, anthe hoss is here ter Btay. .