UNCLE JOE'S SOLILOQUY
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UNCLE JOE'S SOLILOQUY
Talk about your new inventions
And the wonders of the age;
I think the pesky foolishness
Has reached the topmost stage!
The news that this here world is round
Comes from some great man's mouth—
And that 'tis hung onto a pole
That goes from North to South.
And the wonders of the age;
I think the pesky foolishness
Has reached the topmost stage!
The news that this here world is round
Comes from some great man's mouth—
And that 'tis hung onto a pole
That goes from North to South.
And I suppose that this here way
Is the way to solve the riddle—
Just take an apple up, and thrust
A needle through the middle.
And what is it they won't do next?
For now, Why, 'pon my soul
They say that larn'ed folks have tried
To find the great North Pole!
Is the way to solve the riddle—
Just take an apple up, and thrust
A needle through the middle.
And what is it they won't do next?
For now, Why, 'pon my soul
They say that larn'ed folks have tried
To find the great North Pole!
I'd rather stay upon the land
Than sail upon the sea;
Why can't them folks just stay at home
And let the North Pole be?
Than sail upon the sea;
Why can't them folks just stay at home
And let the North Pole be?
