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Did you ever find out / Which one of the O'Brien boys it was / Who snapped the toy pistol against my hand?
There when the flags were red and white / In the breeze and "Bucky" Estil / Was firing the cannon brought to Spoon River / From Vicksburg by Captain Harris;
And the lemonade stands were running / And the band was playing, / To have it all spoiled / By a piece of a cap shot under the skin of my hand, / And the boys all crowding about me saying:
"You'll die of lock-jaw, Charlie, sure."
Oh, dear! oh, dear!
What chum of mine could have done it?