H POEMS OF THE CLASS OF '29. 1851-1877. BILL AND JOE. COME, dear old comrade, you and I When you were Bill and I was Joe. Your name may flaunt a titled trail You've won the great world's envied prize, And grand you look in people's eyes, |
H POEMS OF THE CLASS OF '29. 1851-1877. BILL AND JOE. COME, dear old comrade, you and I When you were Bill and I was Joe. Your name may flaunt a titled trail You've won the great world's envied prize, And grand you look in people's eyes, |