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The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar, / Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, / Too old and too odd to be drunk with, by far; / And he glides to the end where the lunch baskets are / And they say that he tipples alone.
His frock-coat is green and the nap is no more, / And the style of his hat is at rest. / He wears the peaked collar our grandfathers wore, / The black-ribboned tie that was legal of yore, / And the coat buttoned over his breast.