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Page 4 - The paw he holds up there's been frozen) ; Plenty of catgut for my fiddle, ( This out-door business is bad for strings) ; Then a few nice buckwheats hot from the griddle, And Roger and I set up for kings ! No, thank ye, sir — I never drink ; Roger and I are exceedingly moral — Aren't we, Roger ? See him wink ! Well, something hot, then — we won't quarrel. He's thirsty, too : see him nod his head...
Page 8 - I'd sell out heaven for something warm To prop a horrible inward sinking. Is there a way to forget to think ? At your age, sir, home, fortune, friends, A dear girl's love — But I took to drink ; The same old story : you know how it ends.
Page 10 - Is there a way to forget to think ? At your age, Sir, home, fortune, friends, A dear girl's love, — but I took to drink; — The same old story; you know how it ends. If you could have seen these classic features,— You need n't laugh.
Page 3 - WE are two travelers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog. — Come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentlemen, — mind your eye! Over the table, — look out for the lamp! — The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And ate and drank— and starved — together.
Page 8 - Take your rifle! (Some dogs have arms, you see !) Now hold your Cap while the gentlemen give a trifle To aid a poor old patriot soldier. March!
Page 6 - There is n't another creature living Would do it, and prove, through every disaster, So fond, so faithful, and so forgiving, To such a miserable, thankless master ! No, sir ! — see him wag his tail and grin ! By George ! it makes my old eyes water...
Page 15 - Another glass, and strong, to deaden This pain — then Roger and I will start. I wonder has he such a lumpish, leaden, Aching thing, in place of a heart ? He is sad sometimes, and would weep if he could, No doubt, remembering things that were — A virtuous kennel, with plenty of food, And himself a sober, respectable cur. I'm better now — that glass was warming. You rascal ! limber your lazy feet ; We must be fiddling and performing For supper and bed, or starve in the street.
Page 7 - So fond, so faithful, and so forgiving, To such a miserable, thankless master! No, sir! — see him wag his tail and grin! By George, it makes my old eyes water! That is, there's something in this gin That chokes a fellow. But no matter!
Page 6 - I've not lost the respect (Here's to you, sir!) even of my dog. But he sticks by through thick and thin; And this old coat, with its empty pockets And rags that smell of tobacco and gin, He'll follow -while he has eyes in his sockets. There isn't another creature living Would do it, and prove through every disaster, So fond, so faithful, and so forgiving To such a miserable, thankless master! No, sir! — see him wag his tail and grin! By George! it makes my old eyes water!
Page 12 - T was well she died before — Do you know If the happy spirits in heaven can see The ruin and wretchedness here below ? Another glass, and strong, to deaden This pain; then Roger and I will start. I wonder, has he such a lumpish, leaden, Aching thing in place of a heart? He is sad sometimes, and...