I'm an engine driver. On a long run, on a long run. Would I work beside her. She's a long one, such a long one. . And if you don't love me. Let me go.
The film was a bust, but we stayed 'til the ending. Hair all a-mussed but your clothes didn't look so bad. And back on the street, the rain was descending.
Eli, the barrow boy. Of the old town. Sells coal and marigolds. And he cries out. All down the day. . Below the tamaracks. He is crying:. "Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying!".
Limber Jack, he landed on his back. Was bedding on the netting when the rigging went slack. Was a moonless night, the stars all lending light. She's leering in the mirror when the rodent rode right.