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309 THE INDIAN ADVOCATE.
In the fearful, final judgment May the Judge our Savior bel Oh! may Mercy conquer Justice! Say, O Jesus, "Come to Me!" Queen of the Holy Rosary, pray for us. Dear Unselfish Dan. Most every one that knew our Dan Agreed he was the kindest man They ever see. He had the knack Of takin' on his own broad back The burdens, an' the slaps and pokes Belonged by right to other folks; If any one was in distress An' went to Dan he'd say : "I guess We'll pull you out all right; let's see, Suppose you leave all that to me." Was nothin' finer than the way He cared for poor old Uncle Shea, Who was the most unlucky han' For haven' trouble with his Ian' 'Bout taxes, or the early spring Plowin', or some other thing That plumb upsot the poor old man. Then, in the neck o' time, our Dan Steps in, and says, ':Oho!" says he, Suppose you leave all that to me." It got to be that Uncle Shea He couldn't get along no way Without our Dan, an' our Dan he Jest cared fur him unselfishly. An' when the old man come to die Our Dan o' course, was right close by, Says Uncle Shea; I'm worrit, Dan, 'Bout what's to come of all my Ian' An' all my money out to loan, An' in the bank when I am gone." Then Dan, he ups an' says, says he; Suppose you leave all that to me," I. O, G. D.