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Faking Boy to the Crap is Gone, The (1841)
by Bon Gaultier

The faking boy to the crap is gone,
At the nubbing-cheat you’ll find him;
The hempen cord they have girded on,
And his elbows pinned behind him.
“Smash my glim,” cries the reg’lar card,
“Though the girl you love betrays you,
Don’t split, but die both game and hard,
And grateful pals shall praise you.”

II

The bolt it fell,—a jerk, a strain!
The sheriff’s fled asunder;
The faking-boy ne’er spoke again,
For they pulled his legs from under.
And there he dangles on the tree,
That sort of love and bravery!
Oh, that such men should victims be
Of law, and law’s vile knavery.


There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like a life, particularly a good one, which is well to worth staying up all night to finish.
— Lemony Snicket