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HON. ALBERT H. SHAW, BATH, MAINE. | HON. ALBERT H. SHAW, BATH, MAINE. | ||
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| − | + | "To talk of many things; | |
| − | + | Of mills and banks and millionaires | |
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And congressmen and kings. | And congressmen and kings. | ||
| − | Now listen carefully | + | Now listen carefully, my dears |
To what the Walrus sings. | To what the Walrus sings. | ||
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A city house or two beside | A city house or two beside | ||
Are very good indeed. | Are very good indeed. | ||
| − | A state committee job, | + | A state committee job, perhaps, |
That has not gone to seed. | That has not gone to seed. | ||
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| + | A group of mills, a world of trees | ||
And woodsmen, strong and stout; | And woodsmen, strong and stout; | ||
| − | Ten thousand | + | Ten thousand men, at my command |
| − | To | + | To come! Whene'er I shout— |
| + | These little minor worldly things | ||
Would help my feelings out. | Would help my feelings out. | ||
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"The time has come," the Walrus said | "The time has come," the Walrus said | ||
"To talk about friend Shaw; | "To talk about friend Shaw; | ||
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Latest revision as of 16:00, 21 June 2017
[image-Pencil sketch of a gentlemen holding a musket, with buildings (one labeled SAW MILL, another labeled HOTEL KINEO) and ships in the background.]
HON. ALBERT H. SHAW, BATH, MAINE.
"THE time has come," the Walrus said "To talk of many things; Of mills and banks and millionaires And congressmen and kings. Now listen carefully, my dears To what the Walrus sings.
A shooting camp that's not too damp; Is what we chiefly need. A city house or two beside Are very good indeed. A state committee job, perhaps, That has not gone to seed.
A group of mills, a world of trees And woodsmen, strong and stout; Ten thousand men, at my command To come! Whene'er I shout— These little minor worldly things Would help my feelings out.
"The time has come," the Walrus said "To talk about friend Shaw; And how to be a Governor And how to make the law; But every time I mention that, He simply murmurs "Pshaw."