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sleep: Only those were abroad who were out on a lark, Or
those who'd no beds to keep.
I pass'd through the lonely street, The wind did sing and
blow; I could hear the policeman's feet Clapping to and fro.
There stood a potato-man In the midst of all the wet; He
stood with his 'tato-can In the lonely Haymarket.
Two gents of dismal mien. And dark and greasy rags, Came
out of a shop for gin Swaggering over the flags:
Swaggering over the stones,
These snabby bucks did walk
And I went and followed those seedy ones,
And listened to their talk.
Was I sober or awake?
Could I believe my ears?
Those dismal beggars spake
Of nothing but railroad shares.
I wondered more and more:
Says one--"Good friend of mine,
How many shares have you wrote for
In the Diddlesee Junction line?"
"I wrote for twenty," says Jim,
"But they wouldn't give me one;"
His comrade straight rebuked him
For the folly he had done:
"O Jim, you are unawares
Of the ways of this bad town;
_I_ always write for five hundred shares,
And THEN they put me down."
"And yet you got no shares,"
Says Jim, "for all your boast;"
"I WOULD have wrote," says Jack, "but where
Was the penny to pay the post?"
"I lost, for I couldn't pay
That first instalment up;
But here's taters smoking hot--I say
Let's stop, my boy, and sup."
And at this simple feast
The while they did regale,
I drew each ragged capitalist
Down on my left thumb-nail.
Their talk did me perplex,
All night I tumbled and toss'd
And thought of railroad specs,
And how money was won and lost.
"Bless railroads everywhere,"
I said, "and the world's advance;
Bless every railroad share
In Italy, Ireland, France,
For never a beggar need now despair,
And every rogue has a chance."
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