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John McKeen, in his rusty dress, / His loosened collar, and swarthy throat; / His face unshaven, and none the less, / His hearty laugh and his wholesomeness, / And the wealth of a workman's vote!
Bring him, O Memory, here once more, / And tilt him back in his Windsor chair / By the kitchen-stove, when the day is o'er / And the light of the hearth is across the floor, / And the crickets everywhere!