A passel o’ the boys last night–
An’ me amongst ’em–kindo got
To talkin’ Temper’nce left an’ right,
An’ workin’ up ‘blue-ribbon,’ _hot_;
An’ while we was a-countin’ jes’
How many bed gone into hit
An’ signed the pledge, some feller says,–
‘Tom Johnson’s quit!’
We laughed, of course–’cause Tom, you know,
_He’s_ spiled more whisky, boy an’ man,
And seed more trouble, high an’ low,
Than any chap but Tom could stand:
And so, says I ‘_He’s_ too nigh dead.
Far Temper’nce to benefit!’
The feller sighed agin, and said–
‘Tom Johnson’s quit!’
We all _liked_ Tom, an’ that was why
We sorto simmered down agin,
And ast the feller ser’ously
Ef he wa’n’t tryin’ to draw us in:
He shuck his head–tuck off his hat–
Helt up his hand an’ opened hit,
An’ says, says he, ‘I’ll _swear_ to that–
Tom Johnson’s quit!’
Well, we was stumpt, an’ tickled too,–
Because we knowed ef Tom _had_ signed
Ther wa’n’t no man ‘at wore the ‘blue’
‘At was more honester inclined:
An’ then and there we kindo riz,–
The hull dern gang of us ‘at bit–
An’ th’owed our hats and let ‘er whizz,–
‘_Tom Johnson’s quit!_’
I’ve heerd ’em holler when the balls
Was buzzin’ ’round us wus ‘n bees,
An’ when the ole flag on the walls
Was flappin’ o’er the enemy’s,
I’ve heerd a-many a wild ‘hooray’
‘At made my heart git up an’ git–
But Lord!–to hear ’em shout that way!–
‘_Tom Johnson’s quit!_’
But when we saw the chap ‘at fetched
The news wa’n’t jinin’ in the cheer,
But stood there solemn-like, an’ reched
An’ kindo wiped away a tear,
We someway sorto’ stilled agin,
And listened–I kin hear him yit,
His voice a-wobblin’ with his chin,–
‘Tom Johnson’s quit–
‘I hain’t a-givin’ you no game–
I wisht I was!… An hour ago,
This operator–what’s his name–
The one ‘at works at night, you know?–
Went out to flag that Ten Express,
And sees a man in front of hit
Th’ow up his hands an’ stagger–yes,–
_Tom Johnson’s quit_.’
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