O words of cruel might!

    The coroner

    He sat on John that night.

    I've jus' com' from Chicago town,

    A seein' all de sights

    From stockyard to de ballet gairl,

    All drass' in spangled tights.

    But all de worstes' nonsens'

    T'roo vich I got to wade,

    I t'ink de t'ing dat gats de cake

    Ees place called Board of Trade.

    I heard moch talk about dem chap

    Dey call de Bull an' Bear,

    Dat play aroun' with price of stock

    An' get you unaware.

    Who'll tell you w'at your wheat

    Will bring in Fevuary nex',

    In jus' so smood an' quiet vay

    De curé read his tex'.

    An' dere dey vere out on de floor,

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