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Title: Sammy
Author: Abner Cosens [
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April, 1918
Brave Sammy's a fighter, who said he was slow,
That Duffeldorf blighter was running his show?
The fellow who hinted that Sammy was slack,
With praise, now, unstinted, should take it all back;
For Sammy's a wonder, and now going strong,
('Twas Somebody's blunder that held him so long)
He's just the right fellow, we're glad that he came,
The chap that is yellow has some other name.
This Sammy's a dandy; when once in the race,
He makes himself handy in any old place:
Can preach a good sermon, or sing a good song,
Or lick any German who happens along:
A single hand talker, as good as the best,
A two fisted fighter, with hair on his chest,
A long distance hiker, who never goes lame;
He's not any piker whatever the game.
There's no one that's quicker at pulling a gun,
He'll sure be a sticker when facing the Hun;
Can camp in a palace, or live in a tent,
Drink wine from a chalice, or eat meat in Lent;
Sweet tongued to the ladies and kind to the kids,
Condemns things to Hades, when down by the skids;
At home on the river, plantation or farm,
Sometimes a high liver who does himself harm.
Abstemious, very, when prices are high,
He learns to be merry without any pie;
An expert at poker, with money to spare,
A down and out broker who plays solitaire;
An orator forceful, a whale to invent,
O Sammy's resourceful, a versatile gent,
Though late in the race, Sam, we wish you good luck,
Come on, take your place, Sam, with Johnnie Canuck.
[The end]
Abner Cosens's poem: Sammy
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