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I' be'n down to the Capital at Washington, D. C., / Where Congerss meets and passes on the pensions ort to be / Allowed to old one-legged chaps, like me, 'at sence the war / Don't wear their pants in pairs at all -- and yit how proud we are!
Old Flukens, from our deestrick, jes' turned in and tuck and made / Me stay with him whilse I was there; and longer 'at I stayed / The more I kep' a-wantin' jes' to kind o' git away, / And yit a-feelin' sociabler with Flukens ever' day.