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Henry Kendall - When Underneath the Brown Dead GrassHenry Kendall - When Underneath the Brown Dead Grass
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When  underneath the brown dead grass    My weary bones are laid, I hope I shall not see the glass    At ninety in the shade. I trust indeed that, when I lie    Beneath the churchyard pine, I shall not hear that startling cry    “‘Thermom’ is ninety-nine!” If one should whisper through my sleep    “Come up and be alive,” I’d answer—No, unless you’ll keep    The glass at sixty-five. I might be willing if allowed    To wear old Adam’s rig, And mix amongst the city crowd    Like Polynesian “nig”. Far better in the sod to lie,    With pasturing pig above, Than broil beneath a copper sky—    In sight of all I love! Far better to be turned to grass    To feed the poley cow, Than be the half boiled bream, alas,    That I am really now! For cow and pig I would not hear,    And hoof I would not see; But if these items did appear    They wouldn’t trouble me. For ah! the pelt of mortal man    Weighs less than half a ton, And any sight is better than    A sultry southern sun.
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