Jack And Me.

        Shine! All right; here y'are, boss!
            Do it for jest five cents.
        Get 'em fixed in a minute,
            That is, 'f nothing perwents.
        Set your foot right there, sir.
            Mornin's kinder cold,
        Goes right through a feller,
            When his coat's a gittin' old.
        Well, yes, call it a coat, sir,
            Though 't aint much more 'n a tear.
        Git another! I can't, boss;
            Ain't got the stamps to spare.
        "Make as much as most on 'em!"
            Yes; but then, yer see,
        They've only got one to do for,
            There's two on us, Jack and me.
        Him? Why, that little feller
            With a curus lookin' back,
        Sittin' there on the gratin',
            Warmin' hisself, that's Jack.
        Used to go round sellin' papers,
            The cars there was his lay;
        But he got shoved off of the platform
            Under the wheels one day.
        Fact, the conductor did it,
            Gin him a reg'lar throw,
        He didn't care if he killed him;
            Some on 'em is just so.
        He's never been all right since, sir,
            Sorter quiet and queer;
        Him and me goes together,
            He's what they call cashier.
        Style, that 'ere, for a boot-black,
            Made the fellers laugh;
        Jack and me had to take it,
            But we don't mind no chaff.
        Trouble! not much, you bet, boss!
            Sometimes, when biz is slack,
        I don't know how I'd manage
            If 't wa'n't for little Jack.
        You jest once orter hear him:
            He says we needn't care
        How rough luck is down here, sir,
            If some day we git up there.
        All done now, how's that, sir?
            Shines like a pair of lamps.
        Mornin'! Give it to Jack, sir,
            He looks after the stamps.