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CITY BLOOD AND COUNTRY JAY by ANONYMOUS

First Line: CLARENCE PERCY SMITH DE VERE / WAS A YOUTH OF HIGH DEGREE
Last Line: PAYS TO LEARN HIS NAME IS MUD
Subject(s): COUNTRY LIFE;GRIEF;PITY;SPORTS; SORROW;SADNESS;

CLARENCE Percy Smith De Vere
Was a youth of high degree,
City-bred and holding dear
Questions of urbanity;
In his clothing most precise,
In his language very nice,
Keen of wit, at business good.
Fond of sport — 't was understood
He was all he ought to be.

Since the custom is to take
Outings in the summer time,
Spent near some sweet sylvan lake,
Far from city soot and grime,
Clarence chose a quiet place,
Packed his trunk and dress-suit case,
Paid his calls, his bills and so
Found himself prepared to go
To that cooler rural clime.

On the morrow Clarence rose
Early, with the summer sun;
Donned his well-pressed outing clothes;
Ate his breakfast; then, like one
Who would condescend a while,
Took his stick and forth in style
Walked the village through and through;
Saw some natives, just a few
Trying hard a race to run.

As they ran, these rustic youth,
Clarence stood beside the place,
Pitying them because, in sooth,
He could set a better pace;
When they saw him, "Come," they said —
Willingly was Clarence led
Into simple country joys
With those simple country boys,
When they urged him, too, to race.

Clarence lent his stick for goal —
And the last to touch it should
Stand a treat for every soul
Who took part; and seven stood
Ready for the starter's word;
"Go!" — and Clarence fairly whirred,
Flew with all his might and main,
Reached the goal and touched the cane,
Beat them all — he thought he would.

Soon his joy is turned to grief,
Triumph frosted in the bud —
He to run who was so lief
Feels the shame speed through his blood —
No one else would touch that stick —
First and last was he — he's sick —
Standing treat for seven jays,
Grinning, nudging as he pays —
Pays to learn his name is mud.



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