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If you in the village think that my work was a good one, / Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards, / And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett, / In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;
Why do you let the milliner's daughter Dora, / And the worthless son of Benjamin Pantier, / Nightly make my grave their unholy pillow?