SCOTTY'S dead. -- Of course he is! Jes' that same old luck of his! -- Ever sence we went cahoots He's be'n first, you bet yer boots! When our schoolin' first begun, Got two whippin's to my one: Stold and smoked the first cigar: Stood up first before the bar, Takin' whisky-straight -- and me Wastin' time on "blackberry"! Beat me in the Army, too, And clean on the whole way through! -- In more scrapes around the camp, And more troubles, on the tramp: Fought and fell there by my side With more bullets in his hide, And more glory in the cause, -- That's the kind o' man @3he@1 was! Luck liked Scotty more'n me. -- @3I@1 got married: Scotty, he Never even would @3apply@1 Fer the pension-money I Had to beg of "Uncle Sam" -- That's the kind o' cuss @3I@1 am! -- Scotty allus first and best -- Me the last and ornriest! Yit fer all that's said and done -- All the battles fought and won -- We hain't prospered, him ner me -- Both as pore as pore could be, -- Though we've allus, up tel now, Stuck together anyhow -- Scotty allus, as I've said, Luckiest -- And now he's @3dead!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE INTAGLIOS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 99. AZ-ZABOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES MUCKLE-MOU'D MEG by JAMES BALLANTYNE |