When
times look dark, an mountains rise,
Jest keep a peggin long;
When
someone throws sand in your eyes,
Jest keep a peggin long.
When
difficulties lie in wait,
An
makes yew wanter rail at fate,
Don’t
let sech trifles chack yewr gait,
But keep a peggin long.
Jest keep a peggin long,
And fill the world with song;
They’s tew much grief,
An unbelief,
An tew much goin wrong.
Jest keep peggin long,
An keep up brave an strong;
They’s tew much grout
An gloom about,
An not enough uv song.
March
13, 1896
Pub.
in B. Courier,
March
22, 1896
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