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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386542" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At half-mast</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You didn't know Billy, did you? Well, Bill was one of the boys, <br>The greatest fellow you ever seen to racket an' raise a noise,-- <br>An' sing! say, you never heard singing 'nless you heard Billy sing. <br>I used to say to him, &quot;Billy, that voice that you've got there'd bring <br>A mighty sight more bank-notes to tuck away in your vest, <br>If only you'd go on the concert stage instead of a-ranchin' West.&quot; <br>An' Billy he'd jist go laughin', and say as I didn't know <br>A robin's whistle in springtime from a barnyard rooster's crow. <br>But Billy could sing, an' I sometimes think that voice lives anyhow,-- <br>That perhaps Bill helps with the music in the place he's gone to now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last time that I seen him was the day he rode away; <br>He was goin' acrost the plain to catch the train for the East next day. <br>'Twas the only time I ever seen poor Bill that he didn't laugh <br>Or sing, an' kick up a rumpus an' racket around, and chaff, <br>For he'd got a letter from his folks that said for to hurry home, <br>For his mother was dyin' away down East an' she wanted Bill to come. <br>Say, but the feller took it hard, but he saddled up right away, <br>An' started across the plains to take the train for the East, next day. <br>Sometimes I lie awake a-nights jist a-thinkin' of the rest, <br>For that was the great big blizzard day, when the wind come down from west, <br>An' the snow piled up like mountains an' we couldn't put foot outside, <br>But jist set into the shack an' talked of Bill on his lonely ride. <br>We talked of the laugh he threw us as he went at the break o' day, <br>An' we talked of the poor old woman dyin' a thousand mile away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, Dan O'Connell an' I went out to search at the end of the week, <br>Fer all of us fellers thought a lot,--a lot that we darsn't speak. <br>We'd been up the trail about forty mile, an' was talkin' of turnin' back, <br>But Dan, well, he wouldn't give in, so we kep' right on to the railroad track. <br>As soon as we sighted them telegraph wires says Dan, &quot;Say, bless my soul! <br>Ain't that there Bill's red handkerchief tied half way up that pole?&quot; <br>Yes, sir, there she was, with her ends a-flippin' an' flyin' in the wind, <br>An' underneath was the envelope of Bill's letter tightly pinned. <br>&quot;Why, he must a-boarded the train right here,&quot; says Dan, but I kinder knew <br>That underneath them snowdrifts we would find a thing or two; <br>Fer he'd writ on that there paper, &quot;Been lost fer hours,--all hope is past. <br>You'll find me, boys, where my handkerchief is flyin' at half-mast.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q>
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The greatest fellow you ever seen to racket an' raise a noise,-- 
An' sing! say, you never heard singing 'nless you heard Billy sing. 
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