Songs from Vagabondia by Richard Hovey;Bliss Carman
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Should look so like the mincing throng
Who advertise the tailor's art. It angered me--I did him wrong-- I grudged my groat and shut my heart. I might have been the prophet's friend, Helped him who is to help the world! Now, when the striving is at end, The reek-stained battle-banners furled, And the age hears its muster-call, Then I, because his hair was curled, I shall have lost my chance--that's all. THE TWO BOBBIES. Bobbie Burns and Bobbie Browning, They're the boys I'd like to see. Though I'm not the boy for Bobbie, Bobbie is the boy for me! Bobbie Browning was the good boy; Turned the language inside out, Wrote his plays and had his days, Died--and held his peace, no doubt. Poor North Bobbie was the bad boy,-- |
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