Since I see what's both'rin' you,

'Bout a thing--I hate to ask it--

That I'd like for you to do.

I don't think that girl has ever--

It sure hurts me, what I say--

But I'm sure that in the scrimmage

Nancy never got away.

Billy, you go back and find her;

You are all I've got to send,

You can sort o' fix things decent,

Where she is--in Old Man's Bend."

THE RETURN

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Every life is but a journey--

Trav'ling on from place to place--

Starting from the point God gave us

With an ever-varying pace.

Outward, onward, spurred by motives

In our wand'rings here and there,

Sometimes led by hope alluring,

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