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You  can  leave  out  the room  and the floor*
                                    The  bumps  and  the bangs  on  the  door;
                                    The bdl  and  the sticks  and  the stairs ;
                                    The trumpets, the  howls and  the chairs;
                                    The  whack  and the  fall  and  the rise;
                                    The shrieks and  the  groans  and  the  cries;
                                    Mamma and the p-tn  and the tramp,
                                    The nurse and  the  growl  and  the stamp,'—
                                    But one tiling you  must  have,  however you  get i!:;
                                    Or  else,  if  you  don't, you  will  surely regret ft—
                                    For  remember my words— if  you  happen to  Jack it
                                     You never can  have the least bit: of a  racket—
                                    And that is, two small boys  in  pants  and  in jacket!



                                                     SHACOB’S  LAMENT.
                                                                             le tears,


                                                Und  if  a lump  vos  in  my  treat,
                                                   It  comes  up dere to  siitay.

                                            My sadness  I  shall now  unfoldt, r
                                              ■■
                                               Und  if  dot  tale  of  woe
                                             EonVI  do  some  Dutchmans  any good,
                                               Den I  don't' pclief  I know.


                                            V  ol t  see,  1  fall  myself in  love,
                                               Und  effery night I  goes
                                            Across £o  Brooklyn bv dot orid^e,
                                               All  dressed in  Sunday  clothes.

                                            A vidder  vonums vos  der bri/.e,
                                               Her  husband  he vos  dead ;
                                            Und  a!l  alone in  this  coldi vorldt
                                               Dot vidder  vos,  she said.
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