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Derby, George Horatio, 1823-1861 [1856], Phoenixiana, or, Sketches and burlesques. (D. Appleton and Company, New York) [word count] [eaf547T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Oh my what a trying thing it is for a feller To git kooped up in this ere little plais Where the males dont run reglar no how Nor the females nuther, cos there aint none. But by the mails I mean the post orifices By which we git our letters and sufforth From the Atlantic States and the British Provinces But here there aint no kind of a chance Except by the Sutherner or the leky Fremont Which runs very seldom, and onst in the latter I come to this plais, and wisht I was furder. The natives is all sorts complected Some white, some black, & some kinder speckled, And about fourteen rowdy vagabonds That gits drunk and goes round lickin every body. And four stores to every white human Which are kept by the children of Zion Where they sell their goods bort at auction At seven times more than they costed, With a grand jury thats sittin forever But dont never seem to indite nothin, And if they do what comes on it The petty ones finds em not guilty And then they go off much in licker And hit the fust feller they come to. All night long in this sweet little village You hear the soft note of the pistol With the pleasant screak of the victim
Whose been shot prehaps in his gizzard. And all day hosses is running With drunken greasers astraddle A hollerin and hoopin like demons And playin at billiards and monte Till they've nary red cent to ante Having busted up all the money Which they borryed at awful percentage On ranches which they haint no title To, and the U. S. board of commission Will be derned if they ever approve it. While the squire he goes round a walkin And sasses all respectable persons With his talk of pills he's invented To give a spirit of resentment. And persons fite duels on paper. Oh its awful this here little plais is And quick as my business is finished I shall leave here you may depend on it By the very first leky steambote, Or if they are all of em busted I'll hire a mule from some feller And just put out to Santy Clara. “The Judge” looks melancholy!—He knows that this is
Derby, George Horatio, 1823-1861 [1856], Phoenixiana, or, Sketches and burlesques. (D. Appleton and Company, New York) [word count] [eaf547T]. |