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Waltz in waltz in ye little kids and gather round my knee	A
And drop them books and first pot hooks and hear a yarn from me	A
I kin not sling a fairy tale of Jinnys fierce and wild	B
For I hold it is unchristian to deceive a simple child	B
But as from school yer driftin' by I thowt ye'd like to hear	C
Of a Spelling Bee at Angels that we organized last year	D
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It warn't made up of gentle kids of pretty kids like you	E
But gents ez hed their reg'lar growth and some enough for two	E
There woz Lanky Jim of Sutter's Fork and Bilson of Lagrange	F
And Pistol Bob who wore that day a knife by way of change	F
You start you little kids you think these are not pretty names	G
But each had a man behind it and my name is Truthful James	G
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There was Poker Dick from Whisky Flat and Smith of Shooter's Bend	H
And Brown of Calaveras which I want no better friend	H
Three fingered Jack yes pretty dears three fingers you have five	I
Clapp cut off two it's sing'lar too that Clapp ain't now alive	I
'Twas very wrong indeed my dears and Clapp was much to blame	J
Likewise was Jack in after years for shootin' of that same	J
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The nights was kinder lengthenin' out the rains had jest begun	K
When all the camp came up to Pete's to have their usual fun	K
But we all sot kinder sad like around the bar room stove	L
Till Smith got up permiskiss like and this remark he hove	L
Thar's a new game down in Frisco that ez far ez I can see	A
Beats euchre poker and van toon they calls the 'Spellin' Bee '	-
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Then Brown of Calaveras simply hitched his chair and spake	M
Poker is good enough for me and Lanky Jim sez Shake	M
And Bob allowed he warn't proud but he must say right thar	N
That the man who tackled euchre hed his education squar	N
This brought up Lenny Fairchild the schoolmaster who said	O
He knew the game and he would give instructions on that head	O
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For instance take some simple word sez he like 'separate '	-
Now who can spell it Dog my skin ef thar was one in eight	P
This set the boys all wild at once The chairs was put in row	N
And at the head was Lanky Jim and at the foot was Joe	N
And high upon the bar itself the schoolmaster was raised	Q
And the bar keep put his glasses down and sat and silent gazed	Q
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The first word out was parallel and seven let it be	A
Till Joe waltzed in his double l betwixt the a and e	A
For since he drilled them Mexicans in San Jacinto's fight	R
Thar warn't no prouder man got up than Pistol Joe that night	R
Till rhythm came He tried to smile then said they had him there	N
And Lanky Jim with one long stride got up and took his chair	N
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O little kids my pretty kids 'twas touchin' to survey	S
These bearded men with weppings on like schoolboys at their play	S
They'd laugh with glee and shout to see each other lead the van	T
And Bob sat up as monitor with a cue for a rattan	T
Till the Chair gave out incinerate and Brown said he'd be durned	R
If any such blamed word as that in school was ever learned	R
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When phthisis came they all sprang up and vowed the man who rung	U
Another blamed Greek word on them be taken out and hung	U
As they sat down again I saw in Bilson's eye a flash	V
And Brown of Calaveras was a twistin' his mustache	V
And when at last Brown slipped on gneiss and Bilson took his chair	N
He dropped some casual words about some folks who dyed their hair	N
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And then the Chair grew very white and the Chair said he'd adjourn	W
But Poker Dick remarked that he would wait and get his turn	W
Then with a tremblin' voice and hand and with a wanderin' eye	X
The Chair next offered eider duck and Dick began with I	X
And Bilson smiled then Bilson shrieked Just how the fight begun	K
I never knowed for Bilson dropped and Dick he moved up one	K
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Then certain gents arose and said they'd business down in camp	Y
And ez the road was rather dark and ez the night was damp	Y
They'd here got up Three fingered Jack and locked the door and yelled	R
No not one mother's son goes out till that thar word is spelled	R
But while the words were on his lips he groaned and sank in pain	Z
And sank with Webster on his chest and Worcester on his brain	Z
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Below the bar dodged Poker Dick and tried to look ez he	A
Was huntin' up authorities thet no one else could see	A
And Brown got down behind the stove allowin' he was cold	R
Till it upsot and down his legs the cinders freely rolled	R
And several gents called Order till in his simple way	S
Poor Smith began with O r Or and he was dragged away	S
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O little kids my pretty kids down on your knees and pray	S
You've got your eddication in a peaceful sort of way	S
And bear in mind thar may be sharps ez slings their spellin' square	N
But likewise slings their bowie knives without a thought or care	N
You wants to know the rest my dears Thet's all In me you see	A
The only gent that lived to tell about the Spellin' Bee	A
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He ceased and passed that truthful man the children went their way	S
With downcast heads and downcast hearts but not to sport or play	S
For when at eve the lamps were lit and supperless to bed	R
Each child was sent with tasks undone and lessons all unsaid	R
No man might know the awful woe that thrilled their youthful frames	G
As they dreamed of Angels Spelling Bee and thought of Truthful James	G

Bret Harte (francis)

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