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'No, you can't count me in, boys; I'm off it -- / I'm jack of them practical jokes; / They give neither pleasure nor profit, / And the fellers that plays them are mokes. / I've got sense, though I once was a duffer, / And I fooled up my share, I allow, / But since conscience has made me to suffer -- / She's pegging away at me now.
You notice I've aged rather early, / And the wrinkles are deep on my face? / That's sorrer -- I'm sixty-nine, barely. / Jes' camp, and I'll tell you my case. / It was here on The Springs, we had hit it, / And we working the lead on this spot -- / And we were, to my shame I admit it, / A rather unprincipled lot.