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THE TWO CAVEES	A
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DRAMATIS PERSONAE	B
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FITCH a Pelter of Railrogues	A
PICKERING his Partner an Enemy to Sin	C
OLD NICK a General Blackwasher	D
DEAD CAT a Missile	E
ANTIQUE EGG Another	D
RAILROGUES DUMP CARTERS NAVVIES and Unassorted SHOVELRY in the Lower Distance	A
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Scene The Brink of a Railway Cut a Mile Deep	F
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Time	G
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FITCH	H
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Gods what a steep declivity Below	I
I see the lazy dump carts come and go	I
Creeping like beetles and about as big	J
The delving Paddies	A
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PICKERING	K
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Case of infra dig	J
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FITCH	H
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Loring light minded and unmeaning quips	A
Come with but scant propriety from lips	A
Fringed with the blue black evidence of age	L
'Twere well to cultivate a style more sage	L
For men will fancy hearing how you pun	M
Our foulest missiles are but thrown in fun	M
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Enter Dead Cat	N
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Here's one that thoughtfully has come to hand	O
Slant your fine eye below and see it land	O
Seizes Dead Cat by the tail and swings it in act to throw	I
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DEAD CAT singing	K
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Merrily merrily round I go	I
Over and under and at	N
Swing wide and free swing high and low	I
The anti monopoly cat	N
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O who wouldn't be in the place of me	P
The anti monopoly cat	N
Designed to admonish	Q
Persuade and astonish	Q
The capitalist and	R
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FITCH letting go	I
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Scat	N
Exit Dead Cat	N
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PICKERING	K
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Huzza good Deacon well and truly flung	S
Pat Stanford it has grassed and Mike de Young	S
Mike drives a dump cart for the villains though	I
'Twere fitter that he pull it Well we owe	I
The traitor one for leaving us some day	B
We'll get if not his place his cart away	B
Meantime fling missiles any kind will do	T
Enter Antique Egg	U
Ha we can give them an ovation too	T
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ANTIQUE EGG	U
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In the valley of the Nile	V
Where the Holy Crocodile	V
Of immeasurable smile	V
Blossoms like the early rose	A
And the Sacred Onion grows	A
When the Pyramids were new	T
And the Sphinx possessed a nose	A
By a storkess I was laid	W
In the cool papyrus shade	W
Where the rushes later grew	T
That concealed the little Jew	T
Baby Mose	A
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Straining very hard to hatch	X
I disrupted there my yolk	Y
And I felt my yellow streaming	K
Through my white	Z
And the dream that I was dreaming	K
Of posterity was broke	Y
In a night	Z
Then from the papyrus patch	X
By the rising waters rolled	A2
Passing many a temple old	A2
I proceeded to the sea	P
Memnon sang one morn to me	P
And I heard Cambyses sass	A
The tomb of Ozymandias	A
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FITCH	H
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O venerablest orb of all the earth	B2
God rest the lady fowl that gave thee birth	B2
Fit missile for the vilest hand to throw	I
I freely tender thee mine own Although	I
As a bad egg I am myself no slouch	C2
Thy riper years thy ranker worth avouch	C2
Now Pickering please expose your eye and say	A
If whoop	D2
Exit egg	U
I've got the range	E2
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PICKERING	K
Hooray hooray	A
A grand good shot and Teddy Colton's down	F2
It burst in thunderbolts upon his crown	F2
Larry O'Crocker drops his pick and flies	A
And deafening odors scream along the skies	A
Pelt 'em some more	D
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FITCH	C2
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There's nothing left but tar	D
wish I were a Yahoo	T
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PICKERING	K
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Well you are	D
But keep the tar How well I recollect	G2
When Mike was in with us proud strong erect	G2
Mens conscia recti flinging mud he stood	H2
Austerely brave incomparably good	H2
Ere yet for filthy lucre he began	I2
To drive a cart as Stanford's hired man	I2
That pitch pot bearing in his hand Old Nick	J2
Appeared and tarred us all with the same stick	J2
Enter Old Nick	J2
I hope he won't return and use his arts	A
To make us part with our immortal parts	A
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OLD NICK	J2
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Make yourself easy on that score my lamb	K2
For both your souls I wouldn't give a damn	K2
I want my tar pot hello where's the stick	J2
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FITCH	C2
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Don't look at me that fashion look at Pick	J2
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PICKERING	K
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Forgive me father pity my remorse	A
Truth is Mike took that stick to spank his horse	A
It fills my pericardium with grief	L2
That I kept company with such a thief	L2
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Endeavoring to get his handkerchief he opens his coat and	R
the tar stick falls out Nick picks it up looks at the culprit	M2
reproachfully and withdraws in tears	A
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FITCH excitedly	P
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O Pickering come hither to the brink	N2
There's something going on down there I think	N2
With many an upward smile and meaning wink	N2
The navvies all are running from the cut	O2
Like lunatics to right and left	P2
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PICKERING	K
Tut tut	O2
'Tis only some poor sport or boisterous joke	Y
Let us sit down and have a quiet smoke	Y
They sit and light cigars	A
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FITCH singing	K
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When first I met Miss Toughie	P
I smoked a fine cigyar	D
An' I was on de dummy	P
And she was in de cyar	D
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BOTH singing	K
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An' I was on de dummy	P
And she was in de cyar	D
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FITCH singing	K
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I couldn't go to her	D
An' she wouldn't come to me	P
An' I was as oneasy	A
As a gander on a tree	P
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BOTH singing	K
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An' I was as oneasy	A
As a gander on a tree	P
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FITCH singing	K
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But purty soon I weakened	R
An' lef' de dummy's bench	C2
An' frew away a ten cent weed	Q2
To win a five cent wench	C2
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BOTH singing	K
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An' frew away a ten cent weed	Q2
To win a five cent wench	C2
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FITCH	C2
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Is there not now a certain substance sold	A2
Under the name of fulminate of gold	A2
A high explosive popular for blasting	K
Producing an effect immense and lasting	K
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PICKERING	K
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Nay that's mere superstition Rocks are rent	R2
And excavations made by argument	S2
Explosives all have had their day and season	M
The modern engineer relies on reason	M
He'll talk a tunnel through a mountain's flank	T2
And by fair speech cave down the tallest bank	T2
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The earth trembles a deep subterranean explosion is heard and a section of the bank as big as El Capitan starts away and plunges thunderously into the cut A part of it strikes De Young's dumpcart abaft the axletree and flings him hurtling skyward a thing of legs and arms to descend on the distant mountains where it is cold Fitch and Pickering pull themselves out of the debris and stand ungraveling their eyes and noses	A
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FITCH	C2
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Well since I'm down here I will help to grade	W
And do dirt throwing henceforth with a spade	W
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PICKERING	K
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God bless my soul it gave me quit a start	U2
Well fate is fate I guess I'll drive this cart	U2