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ОглавлениеSt. Louis woman, with her diamond rings,
Drags that man round, by her a-pron stri-ings.
Now if it wasn’t for that woman
And her store-bought hair
The one I love ...
Wouldn’t be gone ... so ... far ... from ... here ...
Just as blue as a gal can be,
Now that man’s got a heart
Like a rock cast down in-to the sea
Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me ...
Feeling to-morrow ... li-ike Ah feel to-day
Ah’ll pack my trunk, an’ make mah get-a-way
Feeling to-morrow ... li-ike Ah feel to-day.
‘ “Gently she tombs the poor dim last time
Strews pinkish dust above
And sighs, ‘The dear dead girlish pastime!
But this ... ah, God! ... is ...” ’
Below the grey-eyed crest
Wherein all high hill’s people
May sit them down and rest.
There shall be plates a-plenty
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.
There sound will sleep the traveller
And dream his journey’s end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.” ’
‘ “You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismayed; be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended; these our actors
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.” ’
