Shut-in songs . If you have an accomplishment Of which you feel quite proud,Toot your horn to some extent, But not too long nor bass drum makes a deafning sound; Its echoes last a noise is due, it will be found, To the fact theres nothing in it. The barking dog is fierce to hear. And is a vicious member;But a silent skunk, on drawing near. Can make him hunt the roaring bull may roar away And make an awful hed rather run, most any day. Than fight a yellow jacket. Some say a hen that lays an egg Does well to advertise differ I will have to beg, I nev
Shut-in songs . If you have an accomplishment Of which you feel quite proud,Toot your horn to some extent, But not too long nor bass drum makes a deafning sound; Its echoes last a noise is due, it will be found, To the fact theres nothing in it. The barking dog is fierce to hear. And is a vicious member;But a silent skunk, on drawing near. Can make him hunt the roaring bull may roar away And make an awful hed rather run, most any day. Than fight a yellow jacket. Some say a hen that lays an egg Does well to advertise differ I will have to beg, I never would advise toots her horn so loud it brings Upon the scene Aunt Dinah,And when she sets it is on things That look like stones or china. Dame Modesty is Virtues most Admirably good ally;And usually men who boast Fail, you have an accomplishment Speak about it proudly;Toot your horn to some extent. But not too long, nor ^^^_t^g ^^ —71- M^ ^jC ^8^ y^ SHUT-IN SONGS Xmas Eve in the Porcupine. I was in a western mining camp, not many years ago;Twas Christmas Eve—the atmosphere was dense with flying twinkling lights flashed gaily from each dance hall and saloon,And tanglefoot like water flowed—and hearts were filled with tune. I strolled into the Porcupine, the largest saloon grizzly crowd stood at the bar to drown with drink its miners and cow-punchers through drink had ceased to grieve;With faces flushed and glassy eyes they toasted Christmas Eve. Hark! What is that? Above the hum of voicesplain is heard The rythmic hoof-beats on the plain—a cow-mans pony spurred, And soon a jaded broncho and its rider fierce,drew near, And fearful oaths disturbed the peaceful flow ofChristmas cheer. Look out for Cayenne Pepper Bill, a grizzled cowman on the faces in the room there passed a look of dread. ^ ^ ^ y^yg yg ^^ ^»^ -72- 1^ >^^^J^. (^^ ^i^ ^^ ^^ SHUT-IN SONGS And
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