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Of all the opry houses then obtaining in the West	A
The one which Milton Tootle owned was by all odds the best	A
Milt being rich was much too proud to run the thing alone	B
So he hired an acting manager a gruff old man named Krone	C
A stern commanding man with piercing eyes and flowing beard	D
And his voice assumed a thunderous tone when Jack and I appeared	D
He said that Julius Caesar had been billed a week or so	E
And would have to have some armies by the time he reached St Jo	E
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O happy days when Tragedy still winged an upward flight	F
When actors wore tin helmets and cambric robes at night	F
O happy days when sounded in the public's rapturous ears	G
The creak of pasteboard armor and the clash of wooden spears	G
O happy times for Jack and me and that one other supe	H
That then and there did constitute the noblest Roman's troop	H
With togas battle axes shields we made a dazzling show	E
When we were Roman soldiers with Brutus in St Jo	E
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We wheeled and filed and double quicked wherever Brutus led	I
The folks applauding what we did as much as what he said	I
'T was work indeed yet Jack and I were willing to allow	J
'T was easier following Brutus than following father's plough	J
And at each burst of cheering our valor would increase	K
We tramped a thousand miles that night at fifty cents apiece	K
For love of Art not lust for gold consumed us years ago	E
When we were Roman soldiers with Brutus in St Jo	E
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To day while walking in the Square Jack Langrish says to me	L
My friend the drama nowadays ain't what it used to be	L
These farces and these comedies how feebly they compare	M
With that mantle of the tragic art which Forrest used to wear	M
My soul is warped with bitterness to think that you and I	N
Co heirs to immortality in seasons long gone by	N
Now draw a paltry stipend from a Boston comic show	E
We who were Roman soldiers with Brutus in St Jo	E
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And so we talked and so we mused upon the whims of Fate	O
That had degraded Tragedy from its old supreme estate	O
And duly at the Morton bar we stigmatized the age	P
As sinfully subversive of the interests of the Stage	P
For Jack and I were actors in the halcyon palmy days	Q
Long long before the Hoyt school of farce became the craze	Q
Yet as I now recall it it was twenty years ago	E
That we were Roman soldiers with Brutus in St Jo	E
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We were by birth descended from a race of farmer kings	R
Who had done eternal battle with grasshoppers and things	R
But the Kansas farms grew tedious we pined for that delight	F
We read of in the Clipper in the barber's shop by night	F
We would be actors Jack and I and so we stole away	S
From our native spot Wathena one dull September day	S
And started for Missouri ah little did we know	E
We were going to train as soldiers with Brutus in St Jo	E
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Our army numbered three in all Marc Antony's was four	T
Our army hankered after fame but Marc's was after gore	T
And when we reached Philippi at the outset we were met	U
With an inartistic gusto I can never quite forget	U
For Antony's overwhelming force of thumpers seemed to be	L
Resolved to do them Kansas jays and that meant Jack and me	L
My lips were sealed but that it seems quite proper you should know	E
That Rome was nowhere in it at Philippi in St Jo	E
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I've known the slow consuming grief and ostentatious pain	V
Accruing from McKean Buchanan's melancholy Dane	V
Away out West I've witnessed Bandmann's peerless hardihood	U
With Arthur Cambridge have I wrought where walking was not good	U
In every phase of horror have I bravely borne my part	U
And even on my uppers have I proudly stood for Art	U
And after all my suffering it were not hard to show	E
That I got my allopathic dose with Brutus at St Jo	E
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That army fell upon me in a most bewildering rage	P
And scattered me and mine upon that histrionic stage	P
My toga rent my helmet gone and smashed to smithereens	W
They picked me up and hove me through whole centuries of scenes	W
I sailed through Christian eras and mediaeval gloom	X
And fell from Arden forest into Juliet's painted tomb	X
Oh yes I travelled far and fast that night and I can show	E
The scars of honest wounds I got with Brutus in St Jo	E
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Ah me old Davenport is gone of fickle fame forgot	U
And Barrett sleeps forever in a much neglected spot	U
Fred Warde the papers tell me in far woolly western lands	Y
Still flaunts the banner of high Tragic Art at one night stands	Y
And Jack and I in Charley Hoyt's Bostonian dramas wreak	Z
Our vengeance on creation at some eensty dolls per week	Z
By which you see that public taste has fallen mighty low	E
Since we fought as Roman soldiers with Brutus in St Jo	E

Eugene Field

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