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(Hard  work,  too,)  to  earn yer  livin’
                                          Blackin'  boots  for honest  tin,


                                        llo w  that  tumble  crippled  of you,
                                          So’a  you  couldn’t  hyper  much—
                                        Joe, it  hurted  when  I  seen  you
                                          Fur  tht;  first time with  your  crutch.
                                      “ Rut/'  I  says,  "he's  laid&up  now, mum,
                                          ’ Pears  to  weaken  every  d ay; ”
                                        Joe,  she  up  and  went  to  cuttin’—
                                          That's  the ho tv  of  this  bokay.


                                        Say !   It seems  to  me,  ole  feller,
                                          You  is quite  yourself  to-night;
                                        Kind  o'  chirk— it’s  been  a fortnit
                                          Sence  yer  eyes  has  been  so  bright.
                                        Better?  Well,  J  m  glad to  hear it!
                                          Yes, they’re  mighty pretty,  Joe.
                                        Smellin'  of  ’em’s  made you  happy?
                                          Well,  I  thought  it  would,  you  know!

                                        Never  see  the  country, did  you ?
                                           Flowers  growin'  everywhere!
                                        Some time when  your better, joey,
                                           Mebbe  I  kin  take  you  there.
                                        Flowers in  heaven ?   ' M— 1  spose  so;
                                           Dunno  much  about it,  though;
                                        Ain't as  fly  as  wot  I  might be
                                           On them  topics,  little Joe.

                                        But  I've  heard  it  hinted  somewheres
                                           That in heaven's  golden  gates
                                        Things  is  everkutm’  cheerful—
                                           B’lieve  that’s  wot the  Bible  states.
                                        Likewise,  there  folks  don’t  git hungry;
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