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Boys, take a side of bacon,
Take five pounds of flour,
Have the last Ipswitch mare,
And travel South an hour.
There find a trail to guide you
And follow it around
The lake and hill and forest stand
Then down into town.
The girls and drink
Will help you get
Dry from the storm clouds
Mind your heat for rattlesnakes
Some which walk and some on the ground
Find some more that’re like you,
All beard and smell and sound;
Spend your time such that it is
Pulling stones from the ground.
The shiny ones will make you rich,
The rest of them will break you;
All the time is spent as such
Till Earth herself forsakes you.
