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I weigh an ounce or two, and I'm so small You can pack me in the pocket of your vest; And when at night so wearily you crawl Into your bunk and stretch your limbs to rest, You take me out and play me soft and low, The simple songs that trouble your heartstrings; The tunes you used to fancy long ago, Before you made a rotten mess of things. I WEIGH AN OUNCE OR TWO AND I'M SO SMALL YOU CAN PACK ME IN THE POCKET OF YOUR VEST AND WHEN AT NIGHT SO WEARILY YOU CRAWL INTO YOUR BUNK AND STRETCH YOUR LIMBS TO REST YOU TAKE ME OUT AND PLAY ME SOFT AND LOW THE SIMPLE SONGS THAT TROUBLE YOUR HEART STRINGS THE TUNES YOU USED TO FANCY LONG AGO BEFORE YOU MADE A ROTTEN MESS OF THINGS
; then silence swoops from the sky. Darkness is piled upon darkness. God only knows how I feel. Maybe you've seen me sometimes; maybe you've pitied me then-- The lonely waif of the wood-camp, here by my cabin door. Some day you'll look and see not; futile and outcast of men, I shall be far from your pity, resting forevermore. _My life was a problem in ciphers, a weary and profitless sum. Slipshod and stupid I worked it, dazed by negation and doubt. Ciphers the total confronts me. Oh, Death, with thy moistened thumb, Stoop like a petulant schoolboy, wipe me forever out!_ The Song of the Mouth-Organ (With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; I'm beloved by the Legion of the Lost; I haven't got a "vox humana" tone, And a dime or two will satisfy my cost. I don't attempt your high-falutin' flights; I am more or less uncertain on the key; But I tell you, boys, there's lots and lots of nights When you've taken mighty comfort out of me.  THE SONG OF THE MOUTH ORGAN BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIBERVOX DOT ORG BY HAIDEY PRICE WITH APOLOGIES TO THE SINGER OF THE SONG OF THE BANJO I'M A HOMELY LITTLE BIT OF TIN AND BONE I'M BELOVED BY LEGIONS OF THE LOST I HAVEN'T GOT A VOX HUMANATONE AND A DIME OR TWO WILL SATISFY MY COST I DON'T ATTEMPT YOUR HIGH FALUTIN FLIGHTS I'M MORE OR LESS UNCERTAIN ON THE KEY BUT I'LL TELL YOU BOYS THERE'S LOTS AND LOTS OF NIGHTS WHEN YOU'VE TAKEN MIGHTY COMFORT OUT OF ME
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