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...GOLD-OF-OPHIR ROSES by GRACE ATHERTON DENNEN THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG OF THE LAST VERSES IN THE BOOK by EDMUND WALLER BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TRANSLATED WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE GARLAND OF SLEEP by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |