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sung with a thousand different
verses, mostly about politics.
In fact, the "Dawg" song will'
be the campaign song throughout
How the "Dawg" song got
started no one seems " to know.
Like "Topsy" it just grew. But,
whoever has heard it has not for
gotten it, but has passed it on, by
whistling and singing, to otHers.
And so it has spread Until almost
everybody who keeps track of
what's new in both politics and
music, is learning it.
It's a fool bit of a song, at that,
but here it is :
Wusnt me 'n Lem Briggs 'n olr
Tuk a load of cawn to town,
An' ol' Jiin-dawg the onry cuss
He jes' nachelly follered us.
Every time I come to town
The boys keep kickin my dawg
Makes no difference if he is a
They got to quit kickin' my dawg
As we driv' past Sam Johnson's
Pasel o' yapes kem out th' door;
When Jim he stops to smell a box
They shied at him a bunch of
They tied a tin can to his tail
An' run him apast the county jail,
N' that plumb nachely makes me
N Lem he cussed V Bill he
Me V Lem Briggs 'n' ol' Bill
We lost no time in a-jumpin down
An' we wiped them ducks up on
-Fer kickin' my ol' dawg aroun'.
Folks say a dawg kain't hold no
But wunst when I got too much
Then town ducks tried to do me
But they didn't count on ol'
Jim seed his duty thar an' then,
An' he lit into the"m gentlemen,
An' he shore mussed up the cote
With rags 'n' meat V hide 'n'
The song is copyright, 1912, by
Stark Music Printing and Pub
OUR PRECISE ARTIST
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'He worked for nothing."
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