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NEW YEAR'S EVE
Of the crowded court . . . See! the Judge looks down . . . Not Guilty, my Lord, I swear . . .
The bells—I can hear the bells again! . . . Ethel, I come, I come! . . .
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"Rouse up, old man, it's twelve o'clock. You can't sleep here, you know.
Say! ain't you got no sentiment? Lift up your muddled head;
Have a drink to the glad New Year, a drop before you go—
You darned old dirty hobo . . . My God! Here, boys! He's dead!"
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