It was clear that the mob were by no means
satisfied with the small measure of sport which they had enjoyed. A
single verse of this savage ditty will suffice for the present, rolled
out upon the air, from fifty voices, the very boys and negroes joining
in the chorus, and making it tell terribly to the senses of the
threatened person. First one voice would warble
"Did you ever, ever, ever!"--
and there was a brief pause, at the end of which the crowd joined in
with unanimous burst and tremendous force of lungs:--
"Did you ever, ever, ever, in your life ride a rail?
Such a deal of pleasure's in it, that you never can refuse!
You are mounted on strong shoulders, that'll never, never fail,
Though you pray'd with tongue of sinner, just to plant you
where they choose.
Though the brier patch is nigh you, looking up with thorny faces,
They never wait to see how you like the situation,
But down you go a rolling, through the penetrating places,
Nor scramble out until you give the cry of approbation.
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