. The Phoenix. oes of the mighty host, a hundred glances meet. Tramp, tramp, tramp! they are passing out of sight,What means this soldiers tread, are they drilling for a fight?Tramp, tramp, tramp! Is an army on parade?No, by far a fairer troop, Professor Bens brigade. EHJClK-A-IREIEc (Respectfully inscribed to Prof. A. H. Buchanan, by •suffered long and hard under his administration, andwhereof he writes.) Ive a lesson for to get, Buck-a-rie, Something hard for me, you bet. O Calculi: Every night to bed I go. Knowing well Ill hit the floe, Knowing well I have no show to make a ten. When the su
. The Phoenix. oes of the mighty host, a hundred glances meet. Tramp, tramp, tramp! they are passing out of sight,What means this soldiers tread, are they drilling for a fight?Tramp, tramp, tramp! Is an army on parade?No, by far a fairer troop, Professor Bens brigade. EHJClK-A-IREIEc (Respectfully inscribed to Prof. A. H. Buchanan, by •suffered long and hard under his administration, andwhereof he writes.) Ive a lesson for to get, Buck-a-rie, Something hard for me, you bet. O Calculi: Every night to bed I go. Knowing well Ill hit the floe, Knowing well I have no show to make a ten. When the sunset tints the West, Buck-a-rie, Too well I know Ill have no rest Buck for the All the world is full of care, Lessons and years beyond compare, Cause me to have nightmares, Buck-a-rie. Coming to thee, Buck-a-rie, Buck-a-rie, coming to thee; Not because your face is fair Buck to see. But because Ive lessons there Which will make me tear my hair. Which will make me shiver there, Buck-a-i A BOYHOOD £W_ • Ud My father had a billy goat, His fleece was white as snow, And everywhere I wished him to go That goat would never go. One morning- early in the Spring My brother Ben and I Concluded we would work that goat— Or rather that wed try. Down in the barnyard by the spring An old oak tree once grew, There on this morn we found the goat All covered oer with dew. He rose and stretched as if to say, I think weve met before, Then shook the cold dust from his feet And was himself on;2 m ore. My brother put the harness on, I held the veto power, The goat stood still with downcast eyes And visage grim and sour. We hitched him to our little sled. My brother held while I Laid on the chastening rod of love, To the tune Sweet Bye and Bye. I called to mind that well-worn text Id heard my father quote, Spare the rod and spoil the child, I would not spoil the goat. I saw that billy goat turn round With calm, stern majesty, He raised his sad, wan face and fixed His brown, brown
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