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Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.

By. James Whitcomb Riley

My Boy

YOU smile and you smoke your cigar, my boy;

You walk with a languid swing;

You tinkle and tune your guitar, my boy,

And lift up your voice and sing;

The midnight moon is a friend of yours,

And a serenade your joy—

And it’s only an age like mine that cures

A trouble like yours, my boy!