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THE Johnny's went away that got so brash; / I let his blamed old satchel fall and smash / When him and me was goin' out the door; / His razor and his brush rolled on the floor, / Mixed with his nightshirt and some other trash.
He'd just smiled back at her and raised his lid; / I'd hate to get let down the way he did: / She laughed, and all the rest let out a whoop- / I never seen a guy so mad before; / He got his things together with a swoop- / I guess he'll never be our guest no more.