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A. M. Chisholm The Boss of Wind River — Chapter 3 (1911)

I thought shanty songs were more cheerful.”
“Some of 'em are cheerful enough,” said Crooks, winking at Joe, who had the grace to blush.
“But most describe the lingering deaths of true lovers,” said Jack. “A shantyman requires sentiment or murder, and preferably both, in his music. Dad, sing us 'The Fate of Lovely May.'”
“I will not,” Crooks refused. “It has five hundred verses, more or less. I'm going to bed. You can lose sleep if you want to.”
“Don't take that hint, Joe,” laughed Jack. “You're not company.”
“Hint nothing,” said Crooks. “Jack knows it wasn't.”
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A. M. Chisholm The Boss of Wind River — Chapter 3 (1911)

The charmed circle, momentarily broken by the entrance of Kent, closed again. They talked at Miss Garwood, they postured at her, and when, now and then, they remembered the existence of their young hostess and included her in the conversation, it was evidently as a matter of duty only. Just then Edith Garwood was the only star in all the heavens.
Joe drew chairs for himself and Miss Jack just outside the group.
“Well?” she asked.
“Quite, thank you.”
“I didn't mean that. Is it love at first sight with you, too?”
“No chance for me,” laughed Joe. “Competition is too keen.
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A. M. Chisholm The Boss of Wind River — Chapter 3 (1911)

Jack's clear alto and Joe's strong baritone struck into the first refrain:
“When the drive comes dow-un, when the jam comes down,
Oh, it's then we're paid our money, an' it's then we own the town.
All the gutters runs with whiskey when the shanty boys so frisky
Sets their boot corks in the sidewalks when the drive is down-n-n.”
“Splendid!” cried Miss Garwood. “More, Mr. Crooks!” He nodded at her indulgently, and let his big voice go:
“There's some poor lads will never lift a peavey-hook again,
Nor hear the trees crack wid the frost, nor feel a warm spring rain.
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