Some jeered them, some cuffed them,
Some mudied their clothes,
Their popgun was stolen,
Roughs trod on their toes.
By noon they were sorry
They'd ever left home,
Please God--if they get there--
They'll nevermore roam. "Clammy Ellis" '00
Some jeered them, some cuffed them,
Some mudied their clothes,
Their popgun was stolen,
Roughs trod on their toes.
By noon they were sorry
They'd ever left home,
Please God--if they get there--
They'll nevermore roam. "Clammy Ellis" '00