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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 267
2. In eighteen hundred and eighty-nine, about the first of June, I landed in old Parragool one sultry afternoon.
Then up stepped a walking skeleton, with his bold lantern
jaw, And invited me down to his hotel in the state of Arkansaw.
3. I followed up that big bloat1 (Jess Merrial was his name) ; He stood six feet and eleven inches, as tall as any crane. His long hair, coarse as shoestrings, covered his lantern jaw; He was a photograph of all the boys that was born in
Arkansaw.
4. I followed old Jess Merrial down to his dwelling-place ; The hine2 wheels of poverty shone on his melancholy face. He fed me on corn dodger, but his beef I could not chaw, And he taxed me fifty cents a meal in the state of Arkansaw. |
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