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'Will I come ' That is pleasant I beg to inquire	A
If the gun that I carry has ever missed fire	B
And which was the muster roll mention but one	C
That missed your old comrade who carries the gun	C
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You see me as always my hand on the lock	D
The cap on the nipple the hammer full cock	D
It is rusty some tell me I heed not the scoff	E
It is battered and bruised but it always goes off	E
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'Is it loaded ' I'll bet you What doesn't it hold	F
Rammed full to the muzzle with memories untold	F
Why it scares me to fire lest the pieces should fly	G
Like the cannons that burst on the Fourth of July	G
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One charge is a remnant of College day dreams	H
Its wadding is made of forensics and themes	H
Ah visions of fame what a flash in the pan	I
As the trigger was pulled by each clever young man	I
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And love Bless my stars what a cartridge is there	J
With a wadding of rose leaves and ribbons and hair	J
All crammed in one verse to go off at a shot	K
'Were there ever such sweethearts ' Of course there were not	K
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And next what a load it wall split the old gun	C
Three fingers four fingers five fingers of fun	C
Come tell me gray sages for mischief and noise	L
Was there ever a lot like us fellows 'The Boys'	L
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Bump I bump down the staircase the cannon ball goes	M
Aha old Professor Look out for your toes	M
Don't think my poor Tutor to sleep in your bed	N
Two 'Boys' 'twenty niners room over your head	N
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Remember the nights when the tar barrel blazed	O
From red 'Massachusetts' the war cry was raised	O
And 'Hollis' and 'Stoughton' reechoed the call	P
Till P poked his head out of Holworthy Hall	P
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Old P as we called him at fifty or so	Q
Not exactly a bud but not quite in full blow	Q
In ripening manhood suppose we should say	R
Just nearing his prime as we boys are to day	R
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Oh say can you look through the vista of age	S
To the time when old Morse drove the regular stage	S
When Lyon told tales of the long vanished years	T
And Lenox crept round with the rings in his ears	T
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And dost thou my brother remember indeed	U
The days of our dealings with Willard and Read	N
When 'Dolly' was kicking and running away	R
And punch came up smoking on Fillebrown's tray	R
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But where are the Tutors my brother oh tell	V
And where the Professors remembered so well	V
The sturdy old Grecian of Holworthy Hall	P
And Latin and Logic and Hebrew and all	P
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'They are dead the old fellows' we called them so then	W
Though we since have found out they were lusty young men	W
They are dead do you tell me but how do you know	Q
You've filled once too often I doubt if it's so	Q
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I'm thinking I'm thinking Is this 'sixty eight	X
It's not quite so clear It admits of debate	X
I may have been dreaming I rather incline	Y
To think yes I'm certain it is 'twenty nine	Y
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'By Zhorzhe ' as friend Sales is accustomed to cry	G
You tell me they're dead but I know it's a lie	G
Is Jackson not President What was 't you said	N
It can't be you're joking what all of 'em dead	N
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Jim Harry Fred Isaac all gone from our side	Z
They could n't have left us no not if they tried	Z
Look there 's our old Prises he can't find his text	A2
See P rubs his leg as he growls out 'The next '	-
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I told you 't was nonsense Joe give us a song	B2
Go harness up 'Dolly ' and fetch her along	B2
Dead Dead You false graybeard I swear they are not	K
Hurrah for Old Hickory Oh I forgot	K
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Well one we have with us how could he contrive	C2
To deal with us youngsters and still to survive	C2
Who wore for our guidance authority's robe	D2
No wonder he took to the study of Job	E2
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And now as my load was uncommonly large	F2
Let me taper it off with a classical charge	F2
When that has gone off I shall drop my old gun	C
And then stand at ease for my service is done	C
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Bibamus ad Classem vocatam 'The Boys'	L
Et eorum Tutorem cui nomen est 'Noyes'	L
Et floreant valeant vigeant tam	G2
Non Peircius ipse enumeret quam	H2

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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