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Robert W Service - Brave CowardRobert W Service - Brave Coward
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Elisabeth imagines I`ve          A yellow streak She deems I have no dash and drive,          Jest dogoned weak. `A man should be a man,` says Liz          `Trade blow for blow.` Poor kid! What my position is          She jest don`t know. She jest don`t know my old man killed,          Yea, slew and slew. As steamy blood he sweetly spilled,          So could I too. And though no wrath of heart I show          When I see red, I fear no S. O. B. but oh          Myself I dread. Though fellers reckon me a dope          And trigger-shy, `Tain`t nice to dangle on a rope,          And like Pa die. So as I belly to the bar          Meek is my breath . . . No guts! —Don`t needle me too far,          Elizabeth!
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