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Politicians

by Orrick Johns

0.0428 − 0.2151i

Drawing the boundary…

Praise of Women

by Robert Mannyng of Brunne

0.0257 − 0.2130i

Drawing the boundary…

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Politicians

by Orrick Johns

De way dem fellers jaws
Of de State, an' Gawd, an' Laws,
Dey'd give ya room ta t'ink dey was de t'ree;
Ya'd say dere breath was legal,
An' dat dey was Gawd's own ekal,
An' dey wasn't born somehow like you an' me!

It's talk, talk, talk,
An' den dey walks de chalk,
But it's never quite de same as wot they do!
It's "feller men an' friends"—
But believe me, bo, dat ends!
When dey gits alone it's me a' pluckin' you!

When dem guys is on dere legs
Say, bo, dey'll walk on eggs—
Ya'd t'ink dere folks had growed 'em under glass!
But believe me, tain't de same
When dere back into de game —
It's grab de stuff, an' do it rough, an' don't let nuttin' pass!

It's talk, talk, talk,
An' den dey walks de chalk,
But it's never quite de same as wot they do!
It's "feller men an' friends"—
But believe me, bo, dat ends!
When dey gits alone it's me a' pluckin' you!

Say, let 'em t'row dat bluff
If dey ain't got cards enuff,
Let 'em shuffle Gawd an' glory in de pack!
If ya know, ya'll understand
Dat when any guy's a man —
Well, bo, dere ain't much change a'comin' back!

It's talk, talk, talk,
An' den dey walks de chalk,
But it's never quite de same as wot they do!
It's "feller men an' friends"—
But believe me, bo, dat ends!
When dey gits alone it's me a' pluckin' you!

Praise of Women

by Robert Mannyng of Brunne

No thyng is to man so dere
As wommanys love in gode manere.
A gode womman is mannys blys,
There here love right and stedfast is.
There is no solas under hevene,
Of alle that a man may nevene,
That shuld a man do so moche glew
As a gode womman that loveth trew.
Ne derer is none in Goddys hurde
Than a chaste womman with lovely worde.

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