Author Herman Melville Oh Brother Jack, as you pass by As you are now, so once was I. Just so game and just so gay, But now, alack, they've stopped my pay. No more I peep out of my blinkers, Here I bee—tucked in with clinkers. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments