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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'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
The white search-ray of a steamer. Swiftly, serenely it nears; A proud, white, alien presence, a glittering galley of light, Confident-poised, triumphant, freighted with hopes and fears. I look as one looks on a vision; I see it pulsating by; I glimpse joy-radiant faces; I hear the thresh of the wheel. Hoof-like my heart beats a moment; 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".)  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
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