Classic Poem

THE LAY OF DAN'L DREW .

I T was a long lank Jerseyman,
And he stoppeth one of two:
" I ain't acquaint in these here parts;
I 'm a lookin' for Dan'l Drew.

" I 'm a lab'rer in the Vinnard;
My callin' I pursue
At the Institoot at Madison,
That was built by Dan'l Drew.

" I 'm a lab'rer in the Vinnard;
My worldly wants are few;
But I want some pints on these here sheers —
I 'm a-lookin' for Dan'l Drew. "

Again I saw that laborer,
Corner of Wall and New;
He was looking for a ferry-boat,
And not for Daniel Drew.

Upon his back he bore a sack
Of stuff that men eschew;
Some yet moist scrip was in his grip,
A little " Waybosh " too.

He plain was long of old R. I.,
And short of some things " new. "
There was never another laborer
Got just such " pints " from Drew.

At the ferry-gate I saw him late,
His white cravat askew,
A-paying his fare with a registered share
Of stock " preferred " — by Drew.

And these words came back from the Hackensack,
" If you want to gamble a few,
Just get in your paw at a game of Draw ,
But don't take a hand at Drew ! "