Elizabethan days . the Gloucester game, Says his owner, Theyll open again some day,When he died it was shut the same. The Judges saddler stood beside, He called him Missouri King—Paid a thousand for him in the West; How he loved that mean knee-sprung thing! Upstairs the surreys, and buggies, and sleighs To the auction-block must go—Along with the coach where the Governor rode, And the shoo-fly and Tally-ho; 11 And we who have worked here twenty years Must a double hustle take,Theyve got no use for such as we, Every horseman they says a fake. And the young chauffeurs with their leather suits Wi
Elizabethan days . the Gloucester game, Says his owner, Theyll open again some day,When he died it was shut the same. The Judges saddler stood beside, He called him Missouri King—Paid a thousand for him in the West; How he loved that mean knee-sprung thing! Upstairs the surreys, and buggies, and sleighs To the auction-block must go—Along with the coach where the Governor rode, And the shoo-fly and Tally-ho; 11 And we who have worked here twenty years Must a double hustle take,Theyve got no use for such as we, Every horseman they says a fake. And the young chauffeurs with their leather suits Will brush us roughly out,And the smoke and smell of gasoline Will put the old days to rout; And the hissing sparkers, and carbide lights, And the sirens deafening screamWill forever blot out the livery days In the dawn of the new regime. But one word more, can they have such funAs we had, while we stabled here— Will a soulless machine know you like a horse?If so, well quit without a tear! November 2, 1909. 12. THE OLD HACKMANS LAMENT OR twenty-five years I had the standAt the back of the Union depot,And met the east-bound mail each nightIn rain or sleet or snow. Five horses I used in all those years, -Nig, Sam, and Bill and Bourbon Prince,Poor Prince once ran at Guttenberg,But, gee, he saw some hard work since. 1 Judges, bankers, and traveling menAll called me Tat/ for thats my name,For though the train was six hours late,They knew theyd find me there the same. One night a rumor reached my ears,I only heard it second hand,That some rich men had formed a scheme,To put a taxi on the stand. And not long after in she steamed,All painted green, with blazing lights;Run by a fresh kid from New YorkWho poked at me no end of slights. My old friends dropped me one by one,Twas as a red-haired show girl said—To think we onct rode in them slow things,But theyve deprived us of our bread. 13 On Christmas eve the taxi tookA girl and drummer out of town,And the flyer brought in Big Bill
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