| The shades of night were coming down, When, suddenly there dropped in town, A youth with firm and steady tread, Who bore this banner o'er his head; |
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"Electric Motor." |
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| "We ought to have it," the rich cried— Then thought of his bank and sighed, And as he tightened his purse's string, The youth in clarion voice did sing |
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"Electric Motor." |
| "We want it," the rich men all did "holler" And then they tighter squeezed each dollar. And the youth dropped on the cold street stone While from his lips escaped a moan |
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"Electric Motor." |
| Next morn they found him lying there The breezes toying with his hair; And, clenched in his nerveless fingers hard These lines they found upon a card; |
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"If we can't have a motor |
| "By gum! it's a good thing,'' cried the banker "It's just the thing for which I hanker," But he closed his money drawer with a bang, While the youth cried out in nervous twang, |
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"Electric Motor." |
| "A meeting!" a manufacturer cried ''Let's call one and this thing decide. "The youth's eyes beamed, this glad new hailing And joyful now became his wailing |
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"Electric Motor." |
Author Unknown, 1892
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