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I'm a humble little bit of tin and horn; I'm a byword, I'm a plaything, I'm a jest; The virtuoso looks on me with scorn; But there's times when I am better than the best. I'M A HUMBLE LITTLE BIT OF TIN AND HORN I'M A BYWORD I'M A PLAYTHING I'M A JEST THE VIRTUOSO LOOKS ON ME WITH SCORN BUT THERE'S TIMES WHEN I AM BETTER THAN THE BEST
s; The nights you thought that everything was lost; The days you toiled in water to your knees; The frozen ratlines shrieking in the gale; The hissing steeps and gulfs of livid foam: When you cheered your messmates nine with "Ben Bolt" and "Clementine", And "Dixie Land" and "Seeing Nellie Home"? Let the jammy banjo voice the Younger Son, Who waits for his remittance to arrive; I represent the grimy, gritty one, Who sweats his bones to keep himself alive; Who's up against the real thing from his birth; Whose heritage is hard and bitter toil; I voice the weary, smeary ones of earth, The helots of the sea and of the soil. I'm the Steinway of strange mischief and mischance; I'm the Stradivarius of blank defeat; In the down-world, when the devil leads the dance, I am simply and symbolically meet; I'm the irrepressive spirit of mankind; I'm the small boy playing knuckle down with Death; At the end of all things known, where God's rubbish-heap is thrown, I shrill impudent triumph at a breath.  HEAD WINDS AND THE ICY ROARING SEAS THE NIGHTS YOU THOUGHT THAT EVERYTHING WAS LOST THE DAYS YOU TOILED IN WATER TO YOUR KNEES THE FROZEN RATLINES SHRIEKING IN THE GALE THE HISSING STEEPS AND GULFS OF LIVID FOAM THEN YOU CHEERED YOUR MESSMATES NINE WITH BEN BOLT AND CLEMENTINE AND DIXIE LAND AND SEEING NELLIE HOME LET THE JAMMY BANJO VOICE THE YOUNGER SON WHO WAITS FOR HIS REMITTANCE TO ARRIVE I REPRESENT THE GRIMY GRITTY ONE WHO SWEATS HIS BONES TO KEEP HIMSELF ALIVE WHO'S UP AGAINST THE REAL THING FROM HIS BIRTH WHOSE HERITAGE IS HARD AND BITTER TOIL I VOICE THE WEARY SMEARY ONES OF EARTH THE HELLOTS OF THE SEA AND OF THE SOIL I'M THE STINWAY OF STRANGE MISCHIEF AND MISCHANCE I'M THE STRATIVARIUS OF BLANK DEFEAT IN THE DOWN WORLD WHEN THE DEVIL LEADS THE DANCE I AM SIMPLY AND SYMBOLICALLY MEET I'M THE IRREPRESSIVE SPIRIT OF MANKIND I'M THE SMALL BOY PLAYING KNUCKLE DOWN WITH DEATH AT THE END OF ALL THINGS KNOWN WHERE GOD'S RUBBISH HEAP IS THROWN I SHRILL IMPUDENT TRIUMPH AT A BREATH
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