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WARDEN O. B. NORTON, THOMASTON, ME. | WARDEN O. B. NORTON, THOMASTON, ME. | ||
| − | I | + | I KNOW a man in Thomaston, |
| − | + | No better lives beneath the sun. | |
| − | KNOW a man in | ||
| − | No better lives beneath the | ||
I want it plainly understood | I want it plainly understood | ||
This friend or mine is very good. | This friend or mine is very good. | ||
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All murderers, now mark this whim, | All murderers, now mark this whim, | ||
He promptly takes right home with him. | He promptly takes right home with him. | ||
| − | (So pleased are they | + | (So pleased are they with their new home, |
They seldom from its confines roam.) | They seldom from its confines roam.) | ||
Beneath his roof ten forgers dine. | Beneath his roof ten forgers dine. | ||
| − | (And yet I | + | (And yet I thought him very fine!) |
| − | A man cuts up | + | A man cuts up in drunken brawl; |
My friend bestows on him his awl. | My friend bestows on him his awl. | ||
| − | Some | + | Some swindlers robbed the helpless poor, |
Then hied them straightway to his door. | Then hied them straightway to his door. | ||
Explain this riddle, ye who can, | Explain this riddle, ye who can, | ||
| − | I thought him, sure, an honest man | + | I thought him, sure, an honest man! |
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Latest revision as of 19:16, 30 May 2017
WARDEN O. B. NORTON, THOMASTON, ME.
I KNOW a man in Thomaston, No better lives beneath the sun. I want it plainly understood This friend or mine is very good. Yet this is strange, for I am told He oft is seen with robbers bold. All murderers, now mark this whim, He promptly takes right home with him. (So pleased are they with their new home, They seldom from its confines roam.) Beneath his roof ten forgers dine. (And yet I thought him very fine!) A man cuts up in drunken brawl; My friend bestows on him his awl. Some swindlers robbed the helpless poor, Then hied them straightway to his door. Explain this riddle, ye who can, I thought him, sure, an honest man!