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And I'd like to see them all again, And grasp each honest hand; But some of them, like me, have quit, Some have gone to another land. AND I'D LIKE TO SEE THEM ALL AGAIN AND GRASP EACH HONEST HAND BUT SOME OF THEM LIKE ME HAVE QUIT SOME HAVE GONE TO ANOTHER LAND
one by, When I wuz one of you fellers, too, What used to run an old machine, And go tootin' the country through. But the engine that I had then, John, Wuz far from a "Nancy Hanks;" She wuz old and worn and loggy, And jist chuck full of pranks; And she wuz wonderfully got up, John, Full of bolts and valves and knobs, And the boiler wouldn't hold water; Gosh, it wouldn't hold cobs. But I wuz younger then, John, And I didn't care a cuss; So I'd pull the throttle open And jist let her wheeze and fuss. The road that I wuz a-runnin' on Wuz out in the woolly west; Two streaks of rust and the right of way Wuz puttin' it at its best. So we sort of plugged along, John. And didn't put on any frills, Never thought of doin' anything But doublin' all the hills. I tell you those were rocky times, And we hadn't no air brake; And fifteen miles an hour, John, Wuz durn good time to make. And thar wuz as good a lot of boys As you could meet with anywhere; Rough and ready open up, And always on the square. T HAND SIDE IT MADE ME THINK OF THE DAYS GONE BY WHEN I WAS ONE OF YOU FELLERS TOO WHAT USED TO RUN AN OLD MACHINE AND GO TOOTIN THE COUNTRY THROUGH BUT THE ENGINE THAT I HAD THEN JOHN WAS FAR FROM A NANCY HANKS SHE WAS OLD AND WORN AND LOGGY AND JUST CHUCK FULL OF PRANKS AND SHE WAS WONDERFULLY GOT UP JOHN FULL OF BOATS AND VALVES AND KNOBS AND THE BOILER WOULDN'T HOLD WATER GOSH IT WOULDN'T HOLD COBS BUT I WAS YOUNGER THEN JOHN AND I DIDN'T CARE A CUSS SO I'D PULL THE THROTTLE OPEN AND JEST LET HER WHEEZE AND FUSS THE ROAD THAT I WAS A RUNNIN ON WAS OUT IN THE WOOLLY WEST TWO STREAKS O RUST AND THE RIGHT AWAY WAS PUTTIN IT AT ITS BEST SO WE SORTED O PLUGGED ALONG JOHN AND DIDN'T PUT ON ANY FRILLS NEVER THOUGHT OF DOIN ANYTHING BUT DOUBLIN ALL THE HILLS I TELL YOU THOSE WERE ROCKY TIMES AND WE HADN'T NO AIR BREAK AND FIFTEEN MILES AN HOUR JOHN WAS DURN GOOD TIME TO MAKE AND THERE WAS AS GOOD A LOT OF BOYS AS YOU COULD MEET WITH ANYWHERE ROUGH AND READY OPEN UP AND ALWAYS ON THE SQUARE
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