a train for Wisconsin, my lariat being securely wound about my body. Soon after arriving in the state of Wisconsin, I came here to McIntyre’s and have been here ever since.
If you men would like to step out to my workshop, I will show you my lariat as I still have it.” Anthony stood up and stretched as he finished his tale.
“Well, I’ll be damned”, said the Texan and no other comment was made.
WISCONSIN AGAIN
Shan. T. Boy
Speed, speed locomotive along the steel rail,
Speed swift as the clouds that are borne by
a gale,
Through forest and meadow, o’er prairie
and plain,
Take me back to the state of Wisconsin
again.
Oh, why was I tempted to wander away?
From the state of Wisconsin, oh why did I
stray?
The beauty of England or splendor of Spain,
Shall tempt me no more from Wisconsin
again.
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The briny Atlantic, I’ve crossed and re-
crossed,
And on its wild billows have often been
tossed,
When seasick and weary on shipboard I’ve lain
I have sighed for Wisconsin again and again.
I have strayed on the shores of the Emerald
Isle,
Where bright shamrocks blossom and sweet
maidens smile,
Though the scenes were enchanting, I could
not refrain,
From wishing myself back in Wisconsin
again.
I have trod Caledonia’s famed mountains
and vales,
Her heaths and her meadows, her glens and
her dales.
I have heard the sheep bleating and bag-
pipe’s wild strains,
Yet have longed to be back to Wisconsin
again.
I have sat ’neath the shade of fair Italy’s
bowers,
Surrounded by sunshine, by birds and by
flowers,
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