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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. 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
mn books; so he stood up and sed, "Now all you folks what ain't got any I'll let ye have 'em, twenty-five cents apiece." Religion--Any one man's opinion, but consists mainly of doing right.--Punkin Centre Philosophy. Reminiscence of My Railroad Days Dedicated to Engineer John Hoolihan, Pittsburg and Lake Erie Railroad, Pittsburg, Pa. WALL, John, I read your poetry, And laughed till I nearly cried, Seein' how you became an engineer, And got on the right hand side. It made me think of the days gone 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.  SECTION THIRTY THREE OF UNCLE JOSH'S PUNKIN CENTER STORIES BY COW STUART THIS LIVER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RECORDING BY PHILIP MARTIN REMINISCENCE OF MY RAILROAD DAYS DEDICATED TO ENGINEER JOHN HOOLAHAN PITTSBURGH AND LAKE ERIE RAILROAD PITTSBURGH PENNSYLVANIA WELL JOHN I READ YOUR POETRY AND LAUGHED TILL I NEARLY CRIED SEEING HOW YOU BECAME AN ENGINEER AND GOT ON THE RIGHT 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
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