Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1906-06-02
ORIGINAL
The Tire and the Tax.

THIS is the road that Jack built.
This is the rut that raises our ire
That lay in the road that Jack built
This is the wheel with the narrow tire
That makes the road tax higher and higher
BY cutting the rut that raises our ire
That lay IN the road that Jack built.
This is the wagon all spatter'd with mirc,
That had the wheel with the narrow tire
That makes the road-taX higher and higher
BY cutting the rut that raises our ire
That lay III the road that Jack built.
This is the load of garden truck
That made the farmer curse his luck
For owning the wagon, all spatter with
mirc-
That had the wheel with the narrow tire
That makes the road-taX higher and higher
by cutting the rut that raises our ire
That lay in the road that Jack built.
Thus is the driver fierce and grim,
With the bones most jolted out of him.
Who rode ON the load of garden truck
That made the farmer curse his luck
For owning the wagon, all spattered with
mlre,
That had the wheel with the narrow tire.
That makes the rOad-taX higher and higher
BY cutting the rut that raises our ire
That lay in the road that Jack built.
These are the horses, lame and tired -
They think that the owner ought to be fired
Who expects the driver. fierce and grim,
With the bones most joltcd out of him,
70 ride on the load OF garden truck
That made the farmer curse his luck
For owning the wagon, all spattered with
mire,
That had the wheel with the narrow tire
That makes the road-taX higher and higher
BY cutting the Tut that raises our ire
That lay in the road that Jack built.
This is the road man old and grey,
Who has filled up ruts for many day,
And agrees with the horses lame and tired
In thinking the owner ought to be fired
Who expects the driver, fierce and grim,
With the bones most jolted out of him,
TO ride on the load of garden truck
That made the farmer curse his luck
For owning the wagon, all spattered with
mire.
That had the wheel with the narrow tire
That makes the road-taX higher and higher
BY cutting the rut that raises our ire
That lay i'll the road that Jack built.
This is the wide and sensible tire
That will roll down the ruts and dry up the
mire,
And aid the road man, old and grey.
Who has filled up ruts for many a day,
And agrees with the horses lame amCltircd
In thinking the owner ought to be fired
Who expects the driver, fierce and grim,
With the bones most jolted out of him,
To ride on the load of garden truck
That made the farmer curse his luck
For owning the wagon all spattered with
mire,
That had the wheel with the narrow tire
That makes the road-taX higher and higher
BY cutting the rut that raises our ire
That lay in the road that Jack built
Now, these two horses are "blithe and gay, y
Who have pulled their load throughout the
day,
And when asked-'if tired ?" will answer
"Hcjgh,
But We're full of hilariousness and hay,
For o'Ir owner uses a gOod ~jdc Hre,'
That rolls down the ruts and dries up the
mire,
And aids the road man, old and grey,
Who has filled up rutS for many day,
And agrees with the horses, lame and tired
In thinking the owner ought to be fired
Who expects the driver fierce and grim
With the bones most jolted out of him,
TO ride on the load of garden truck
That made the farmer curse his luck
For owning the wagon, all spattered with
mire
That had the wheel with the narrow tire
That madeS the road-taX higher and higher
BY cutting the rut that raises our ire
That lay in the road that Jack built.
And this is the road where the rut once lay,
But the rut's disappeared forever and ave,
And all good horses are blithe and gay
Who have pulled their load throughout the
day,
And when asked-"if tired >" will ansu err
neigh;
But we re full of hilariousness and hay,
For our owners all use good wide tire"
That rolls down the ruts and dries up the
mire,
And has aided the road man, old and grew,
Who has not seen rut for many dav,
And joins with the horses brisk and keen,
In thanking the owner for having seen
The woes of the driver, sore and lame.
With the bones most jOlted out of the same,
Who had to ride on the garden truck
That made the farmer curse his luck
For owning the wagon, all spattered with
mire,
That had the wheel with the narrow tire
That made the road-taX higher and higher
BY cutting the rut that raised our ire
That lay on the road that Jack built
&. q. TOWNSEND.