Classic Poem

W'en you see a man in woe,
Walk right up an' say, “Hullo!”
Say “Hullo!” an' “How d'ye do?”
“How's the world a-usin' you?”
Slap the fellow on his back;
Bring your han' down with a whack!
Waltz right up, an' don't go slow;
Grin an' shake an' say, “Hullo!”

Is he clothed in rags? Oh, sho!
Walk right up an' say, “Hullo!”
Rags is but a cotton roll
Jest for wrappin' up a soul;
An' a soul is worth a true
Hale an' hearty “How d'ye do?”
Don't wait for the crowd to go;
Walk right up an' say “Hullo!”

W'en big vessels meet, they say,
They saloot an' sail away.
Jest the same are you an' me—
Lonesome ships upon a sea;
Each one sailin' his own jog
For a port beyond the fog.
Let yer speakin' trumpet blow,
Lift yer horn an' cry “Hullo!”

Say “Hullo!” an' “How d'ye do?”
Other folks are good as you.
W'en ye leave yer house of clay,
Wanderin' in the Far-Away;
W'en you travel through the strange
Country t'other side the range;
Then the souls you've cheered will know
Who ye be, an' say “Hullo!”