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IF yesterday would come to-morrowThere wouldn’t hardly be no sorrow.For then we’d have another tryAt chances that we let go by.Instead of givin’ luck the blameWe’d grab the good things when they came.We’d take the best and leave the worstIf all the days came hind-end first.The fools that stand and wonder nowWould know just when to act and how.If yesterday would come agenWe’d not say “if” so often then.We’d turn the merry face to sorrowIf yesterday would come to-morrow.
IF yesterday would come to-morrowThere wouldn’t hardly be no sorrow.For then we’d have another tryAt chances that we let go by.Instead of givin’ luck the blameWe’d grab the good things when they came.We’d take the best and leave the worstIf all the days came hind-end first.The fools that stand and wonder nowWould know just when to act and how.If yesterday would come agenWe’d not say “if” so often then.We’d turn the merry face to sorrowIf yesterday would come to-morrow.
IF yesterday would come to-morrowThere wouldn’t hardly be no sorrow.
IF yesterday would come to-morrow
There wouldn’t hardly be no sorrow.
For then we’d have another tryAt chances that we let go by.
For then we’d have another try
At chances that we let go by.
Instead of givin’ luck the blameWe’d grab the good things when they came.
Instead of givin’ luck the blame
We’d grab the good things when they came.
We’d take the best and leave the worstIf all the days came hind-end first.
We’d take the best and leave the worst
If all the days came hind-end first.
The fools that stand and wonder nowWould know just when to act and how.
The fools that stand and wonder now
Would know just when to act and how.
If yesterday would come agenWe’d not say “if” so often then.
If yesterday would come agen
We’d not say “if” so often then.
We’d turn the merry face to sorrowIf yesterday would come to-morrow.
We’d turn the merry face to sorrow
If yesterday would come to-morrow.
By S. E. KISERLove Sonnets of an Office BoyWITH TWELVE PICTURES BY JOHN T. MCCUTCHEON❦
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WITH TWELVE PICTURES BY JOHN T. MCCUTCHEON
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Now in Thirtieth ThousandBEN KING’S VERSE
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BEN KING’S VERSE
If I Should Die To-NightIf I should die to-nightAnd you should come to my cold corpse and say,Weeping and heartsick o’er my lifeless clay—If I should die to-nightAnd you should come in deepest grief and woeAnd say, “Here’s that ten dollars that I owe”—I might arise in my large white cravatAnd say, “What’s that?”If I should die to-nightAnd you should come to my cold corpse and kneel,Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel—I say, if I should die to-nightAnd you should come to me, and there and thenJust even hint ’bout payin’ me that ten,I might arise the while;But I’d drop dead again.(From “Ben King’s Verse”)
If I Should Die To-NightIf I should die to-nightAnd you should come to my cold corpse and say,Weeping and heartsick o’er my lifeless clay—If I should die to-nightAnd you should come in deepest grief and woeAnd say, “Here’s that ten dollars that I owe”—I might arise in my large white cravatAnd say, “What’s that?”If I should die to-nightAnd you should come to my cold corpse and kneel,Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel—I say, if I should die to-nightAnd you should come to me, and there and thenJust even hint ’bout payin’ me that ten,I might arise the while;But I’d drop dead again.(From “Ben King’s Verse”)
If I Should Die To-Night
If I Should Die To-Night
If I should die to-nightAnd you should come to my cold corpse and say,Weeping and heartsick o’er my lifeless clay—If I should die to-nightAnd you should come in deepest grief and woeAnd say, “Here’s that ten dollars that I owe”—I might arise in my large white cravatAnd say, “What’s that?”
If I should die to-night
And you should come to my cold corpse and say,
Weeping and heartsick o’er my lifeless clay—
If I should die to-night
And you should come in deepest grief and woe
And say, “Here’s that ten dollars that I owe”—
I might arise in my large white cravat
And say, “What’s that?”
If I should die to-nightAnd you should come to my cold corpse and kneel,Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel—I say, if I should die to-nightAnd you should come to me, and there and thenJust even hint ’bout payin’ me that ten,I might arise the while;But I’d drop dead again.(From “Ben King’s Verse”)
If I should die to-night
And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel,
Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel—
I say, if I should die to-night
And you should come to me, and there and then
Just even hint ’bout payin’ me that ten,
I might arise the while;
But I’d drop dead again.
(From “Ben King’s Verse”)
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Transcriber’ Notes:Missing or obscured punctuation was corrected.Unbalanced quotation marks were left as the author intended.Typographical errors were silently corrected.Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only when a predominant form was found in this book.