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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The delectable ballad of the waller lot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up yonder in Buena Park<br>There is a famous spot,<br>In legend and in history<br>Yclept the Waller Lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There children play in daytime<br>And lovers stroll by dark,<br>For 't is the goodliest trysting-place<br>In all Buena Park.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once on a time that beauteous maid,<br>Sweet little Sissy Knott,<br>Took out her pretty doll to walk<br>Within the Waller Lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While thus she fared, from Ravenswood<br>Came Injuns o'er the plain,<br>And seized upon that beauteous maid<br>And rent her doll in twain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, 't was a piteous thing to hear<br>Her lamentations wild;<br>She tore her golden curls and cried:<br>&quot;My child! My child! My child!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, what cared those Injun chiefs<br>How bitterly wailed she?<br>They never had been mothers,<br>And they could not hope to be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Have done with tears,&quot; they rudely quoth,<br>And then they bound her hands;<br>For they proposed to take her off<br>To distant border lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, joy! from Mr. Eddy's barn<br>Doth Willie Clow behold<br>The sight that makes his hair rise up<br>And all his blood run cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He put his fingers in his mouth<br>And whistled long and clear,<br>And presently a goodly horde<br>Of cow-boys did appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cried Willie Clow: &quot;My comrades bold,<br>Haste to the Waller Lot,<br>And rescue from that Injun band<br>Our charming Sissy Knott!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Spare neither Injun buck nor squaw,<br>But smite them hide and hair!<br>Spare neither sex nor age nor size,<br>And no condition spare!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sped that cow-boy band away,<br>Full of revengeful wrath,<br>And Kendall Evans rode ahead<br>Upon a hickory lath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And next came gallant Dady Field<br>And Willie's brother Kent,<br>The Eddy boys and Robbie James,<br>On murderous purpose bent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For they were much beholden to<br>That maid - in sooth, the lot<br>Were very, very much in love<br>With charming Sissy Knott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What wonder? She was beauty's queen,<br>And good beyond compare;<br>Moreover, it was known she was<br>Her wealthy father's heir!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now when the Injuns saw that band<br>They trembled with affright,<br>And yet they thought the cheapest thing<br>To do was stay and fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sturdily they stood their ground,<br>Nor would their prisoner yield,<br>Despite the wrath of Willie Clow<br>And gallant Dady Field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, never fiercer battle raged<br>Upon the Waller Lot,<br>And never blood more freely flowed<br>Than flowed for Sissy Knott!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An Injun chief of monstrous size<br>Got Kendall Evans down,<br>And Robbie James was soon o'erthrown<br>By one of great renown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Dady Field was sorely done,<br>And Willie Clow was hurt,<br>And all that gallant cow-boy band<br>Lay wallowing in the dirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still they strove with might and main<br>Till all the Waller Lot<br>Was strewn with hair and gouts of gore -<br>All, all for Sissy Knott!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then cried the maiden in despair:<br>&quot;Alas, I sadly fear<br>The battle and my hopes are lost,<br>Unless some help appear!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, as she spoke, she saw afar<br>The rescuer looming up -<br>The pride of all Buena Park,<br>Clow's famous yellow pup!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Now, sick'em, Don,&quot; the maiden cried,<br>&quot;Now, sick'em, Don!&quot; cried she;<br>Obedient Don at once complied -<br>As ordered, so did he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sicked'em all so passing well<br>That, overcome by fright,<br>The Indian horde gave up the fray<br>And safety sought in flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They ran and ran and ran and ran<br>O'er valley, plain, and hill;<br>And if they are not walking now,<br>Why, then, they're running still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cow-boys rose up from the dust<br>With faces black and blue;<br>&quot;Remember, beauteous maid,&quot; said they,<br>&quot;We've bled and died for you!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And though we suffer grievously,<br>We gladly hail the lot<br>That brings us toils and pains and wounds<br>For charming Sissy Knott!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Sissy Knott still wailed and wept,<br>And still her fate reviled;<br>For who could patch her dolly up -<br>Who, who could mend her child?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out her doting mother came,<br>And soothed her daughter then;<br>&quot;Grieve not, my darling, I will sew<br>Your dolly up again!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy soon succeeded unto grief,<br>And tears were soon dried up,<br>And dignities were heaped upon<br>Clow's noble yellow pup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Him all that goodly company<br>Did as deliverer hail -<br>They tied a ribbon round his neck,<br>Another round his tail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And every anniversary day<br>Upon the Waller Lot<br>They celebrate the victory won<br>For charming Sissy Knott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I, the poet of these folk,<br>Am ordered to compile<br>This truly famous history<br>In good old ballad style.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which having done as to have earned<br>The sweet rewards of fame,<br>In what same style I did begin<br>I now shall end the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So let us sing: Long live the King,<br>Long live the Queen and Jack,<br>Long live the ten-spot and the ace,<br>And also all the pack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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There is a famous spot,
In legend and in history
Yclept the Waller Lot.

There children play in daytime
And lovers stroll by dark,
For 't is the goodliest trysting-place
In all Buena Park.

Once on a time that beauteous mai..."></div>
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