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| No. 1 — SONG (HORACE) |
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| HORACE. |
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When sunny summer ripens corn, |
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And skylarks sing to gladen us, |
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His lot is not without a thorn |
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Who daily drives an omnibus. |
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When hungry Road Cars hover near, |
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In competition fierce and hot, |
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What wonder that a scalding tear |
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The driver's badge should sometimes blot! |
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What wonder that a scalding tear. |
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The driver's badge should sometimes blot. |
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The constant tinkle of the bell, |
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My nervous system knocks about, |
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It rings a welcome or a knell |
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As fares get in, or fares get out. |
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Pedestrians with weary feet |
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Will hail me for a penny ride, |
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Until there comes in accents sweet |
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The welcome shout of "Full inside!" |
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Until there comes in accents sweet |
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The welcome shout of "Full inside!" |
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