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THE BRIDGE

James Russell Lowell

Wal, neighbor, tell us wut's turned up thet's new?

You're younger 'n I be,--nigher Boston, tu:

An' down to Boston, ef you take their showin',

Wut they don't know ain't hardly wuth the knowin'.

There's _sunthin'_ goin' on, I know: las' night

The British sogers killed in our gret fight 70

(Nigh fifty year they hedn't stirred nor spoke)

Made sech a coil you'd thought a dam hed broke:

Why, one he up an' beat a revellee

With his own crossbones on a holler tree,

Till all the graveyards swarmed out like a hive

With faces I hain't seen sence Seventy-five.

Wut _is_ the news? 'T ain't good, or they'd be cheerin'.

Speak slow an' clear, for I'm some hard o' hearin'.