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Rhymes of the Firing Line. E-book. Formato PDF Damon Runyon - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
It was the Good Wind said: Mother, I come from a pathless sea Where none before had gone, save me; And there I saw with infinite dread A lonely ship; Battered and worn from a desperate trip. Mother, aloft your ?ag it bore Crirnson and blue and White it shone; And high above the sea's sad roar Voices I heard that echo-cd your own. And strange men sang a song A song that breathed of liope!
The Tents of Trouble. E-book. Formato PDF Damon Runyon - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
For th' city's roar an' th' music's ring (rustle o' skirts an' an ole time ?ing An' a chance for an' easy breath. I've lighted my fires at evenin' 'neath stars you never have seen I've tarried whiles on vacant isles, an' th' waves that whip between. But whether I sweat on th' Congo, or freeze on th' bergs o Svork I 'dream at night, 0' th' arch 0' light that swings over Home — New York! For I've hung my warsh in a Temple, an' I've eaten a Sacred Cow Oh, I own nine lives an' fourteen Wives (but none 0' them's with me now Thank Gawd!) An' there's thousands 0' miles between me an' th' shores 0' th' only town; An' I'm dreamin' to-night by th' camp fire dim; (sick 0' th' Trail an' th' Weather's Whim;) An' I'd take a chance at a distance swim If I knew darn well I'd drown!