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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Whitest Man I Know</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE’S acruisin’ in a pearler with a dirty nigger crew,<br>Abuyin’ pearls and copra for a stingy Spanish Jew,<br>And his face is tann’d like leather ’neath a blazin’ tropic Sun,<br>And he’s workin’ out a penance for the things he hasn’t done. <br>Round the Solomons he runs, tradin’ beads and castoff guns,<br>Buyin’ pearls from grinnin’ niggers, loadin copra by the ton;<br>And he’ll bargain and he’ll smile, but he’s thinkin’ all the while<br>Of the penance that he’s workin’ out for sins he hasn’t done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’d been round the Horn together, and I’d come to know his worth;<br>The greatest friend I’d ever had, the whitest man on earth.<br>He’d pull’d me out of many a scrape, he’d risk’d his life for me,<br>And side by side, for many a year, we’d rough’d it on the sea; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a woman came between us; she was beautiful as Venus,<br>And she set her cap at him until she hook’d him unawares:<br>And I sailed off on my own<br>Leavin’ him and her alone:<br>Sign’d aboard a tramp for ’Frisco, leavin’ them in Bu’nos Ayres. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I met him in a twelvemonth he was goin’ to the deuce,<br>For she’s blacken’d all the good in him, she’d play’d him fast and loose,<br>And she’d gone off with a Dago who was lettin’ dollars fly,<br>And she’d left my mate to drink his precious soul away and die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I talk’d and talk’d him over, and we sign’d aboard ‘The Rover.’<br>It was just like good old times, until we shor’d at Rio Bay;<br>Then the hand of Fate show’d plain brought us face to face again<br>With the woman, and the Dago who had taken her away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were sittin’in a cafe when the couple came along,<br>She simply smil’d and pass’d us by, then vanish’d in the throng.<br>My mate jump’d up to follow, but I wouldn’t let him stir,<br>And later on a waiter brought a note that came from her:<br>She pretended she regretted<br>What she’d done, and that she fretted<br>For the wrong that she had done him, and she wanted to atone;<br>There was so much to explain,<br>Would he meet her once again<br>After midnight, in her garden she would watch for him, alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Course he went, but unbeknown to him I follow’d on behind.<br>I watch’d, and saw the shadows of two figures on the blind<br>The woman and the Dago and I heard the Dago shout,<br>They quarrell’d, and the woman scream’d and then a shot rang out.<br>My mate dash’d thro’ the curtain<br>And I follow’d, makin’certain<br>That my little gun was ready case I had to make a stand:<br>There I saw the Dago dead,<br>With a bullet thro’ his head,<br>And the woman standin’ near him with a shooter in her hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the Civil Guard came in my mate had snatch’d her gun,<br>And he ask’d them to arrest him for the thing he hadn’t done.<br>I tried madly to explain things, but they shook their heads at me,<br>And the woman let them take him, so that she might get off free.<br>In the court I sat and heard her<br>Tell them all he’d done the murder,<br>And I pray’d she might be stricken into some shape,<br>He was sentenc’d for his life<br>But out there corruption’s rife,<br>And I brib’d and brib’d, until at last I manag’d his escape. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I stow’d him on a hooker sailin’ far from woman’s wiles,<br>And he’s workin’ his salvation out amongst the South Sea Isles;<br>And the woman’s there at Rio, and she’s weavin’ of her spell,<br>With a crowd of fools awaitin’ her commands to burn in hell;<br>Whilst the whitest man I know<br>Runs a Christy minstrel show,<br>Buyin’pearls from dirty niggers ’neath a blazin tropic sun,<br>And he’ll cuss’em, and he’ll smile<br>But he’s thinkin’ all the while<br>Of the penance that he’s workin’out for things he hasn’t done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ------</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Milton+Hayes">John Milton Hayes</a><div class=q>
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