Billy Dash poems . nscience To be a President;And youre only getting back The money you have spentIn buying your election, That makes a perfect logic—you cant beat it; And conscience sees the point. Heigh, ho ! Elections over, And Im out in the cold.(Tis just the same old story- Our candidate was beat out of my money ; My character is gone ;My honorable opponent Is going to Washington. WEIGHING THE BABY. Tie the knot tightly, Dont let her fall,Shes a nine pounder, And that will be all;Hook to the steelyards, There—steady, thats right,Ive guessed her too high, She wont weigh
Billy Dash poems . nscience To be a President;And youre only getting back The money you have spentIn buying your election, That makes a perfect logic—you cant beat it; And conscience sees the point. Heigh, ho ! Elections over, And Im out in the cold.(Tis just the same old story- Our candidate was beat out of my money ; My character is gone ;My honorable opponent Is going to Washington. WEIGHING THE BABY. Tie the knot tightly, Dont let her fall,Shes a nine pounder, And that will be all;Hook to the steelyards, There—steady, thats right,Ive guessed her too high, She wont weigh it quite. Is dot a sister, Said dear little Fred, Me help oo auntie, Mell hold up her Freddie stand back. There, steady, thats the last notchShe wont go another;Fred! Freddie, dont touch. Unhook the steelyards,Dont stand in the light. Six—seven—eight—nine and-My! that is a sight; 48 BILLY DASH POEMS. >Slie beat all our guessino-,O! how we did laugh, That babj pulled upNine pounds and a THE TWO LITTLE TEAMPS. May we stay here to-niglit? were hungry and cold,Weve just prayed to God, He hears us were told,We asked Him to feed us and give us a too small to work, were begging for bread. Out in the cold, no friends and no were clad and sadly we day by the hand little sister Ive led,Were too small to work, were begging for bread. Many long miles we have wandered to-da}^,Weve no where to go, weve no where to stay;Our father drinks rum, our mother is dead,Were too small to work, were begging for bread. Then lisped little sister, a sweet three-year old,We want to tome in, we is most awful cold;We did nt dit dinner, we wants to be fed,We is too small to work, wes begging for bread. 50 BILLY DASH POEMS. Come in little ones, God sent you I know, Fortlie two He took from us a sliort time ago; Tlie Lord lieard your prayer, no more shall you roam, Well feed you, and lore you and give you a home. We gave them their supper and tucked t
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