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Brand, Max, 1892-1944

"Trailin'!"


So up the rope I'll go
With the crowd all down below
Yelling, 'Sam, I told you so!'
Damn their eyes!"


CHAPTER XXV

HAIR LIKE THE SUNSHINE
"Well," grumbled Lawlor, settling back comfortably into his chair, "one
of these days I'm goin' to clean out my whole gang and put in a new one.
They maybe won't be any better but they can't be any wuss."
Nevertheless, he did not seem in the least downhearted, but apparently
had some difficulty in restraining his broad grin.
The voice of the grim cook returned:

"I'll see Nelly in the crowd, in the crowd;
I'll see Nelly in the crowd, in the crowd;
I'll see Nelly in the crowd,
And I'll holler to her loud:
'Hey, Nelly, ain't you proud--
Damn your eyes?'"

"I ask you," cried Lawlor, with freshly risen wrath, "is that any way to
go around talkin' about women?"
"Not talking. He's singing," answered Bard. "Let him alone."
The thunder of their burly Ganymede's singing rose and echoed about
them.

"And this shall be my knell, be my knell;
And this shall be my knell--my knell.


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