All language subtitles for TMS S2x07-The Trial

EZRA: That woman's deviousness
knows no bounds.

First, she purchases
this lovely establishment. . .

. . .right out from under me,
and now she sashays into town. . .

. . .and sells it
to those unfortunate scoundrels. . .

. . .at the first whiff of filthy lucre.

[LAUGHS]

-Well, this is a fine deal, Mr. Brown.
-We can still drink here, right?

-Hello, boys.
-Mary.

-Ezra, may l speak to you for a moment?
-Of course.

l just got this wire
from a certain Preston Wingo.

He owns the Cattle Baron Hotel
over in Snellville.

lt concerns your mother.

Oh, Mother?

Are you familiar with a gentleman
by the name of Preston Wingo?

l know a fat little weasel
called Preston Wingo.

-What about him?
-Well, this Wingo has slandered you.

Mary just received a telegraph. . .

. . .claiming that you absconded
with a pair of diamond cuff links.

He's demanding you be jailed
until he arrives.

Jailed? l'm no thief.

Yes, of course not. . .

. . .but unfortunately,
the burden of proof is on you.

Now, l would suggest
that Mary search your bag. . .

. . .just so you might acquit yourself
of these ridiculous charges.

MARY:
Sorry, Maude.

This is so tiresome.

My own son.

Looks like Mr. Wingo was wrong.

-Satisfied?
-That satchel has a false lid.

Go on, look.

Somebody put those there.
l am innocent.

Well, l am afraid
we are left no choice.

J.D., will you assist me
in escorting Mrs. Standish to the jail?

Ezra, she's your mother.

EZRA: Now, you'll have to forgive
the appearance. . .

. . .but the maid quit.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth
it is to have a thankless child.

l'm cruel,
only that l may be kind, mother.

After all, you should know better
than to steal.

You know, perhaps some time spent
behind bars will be instructional.

Preston Wingo put those cuffs links
in my bag.

He's blackmailing me.

Now, why on Earth
would he wanna do that?

MAUDE:
lt's none of your business.

Come on, judge wants us to ride.

Well, sleep tight.

Don't let the. . . .

Well, you know the rest.

What appears to be the trouble?

CHRlS: This boy just brought us
a message from Judge Travis.

He's over in Eagle Bend
trying a colored man for murder.

They're too het up for a fair trial. Judge
wants us to bring the prisoner back.

-All of us?
-Yeah.

Must be somebody famous.

Name's Obediah Jackson.

Chris, let me see that.

What's wrong, Nathan?
Somebody you know?

He's my father.

Hyah!

NATHAN:
How much further to Eagle Bend?

Town's just over that rise.

We should take a look
before we ride in.

[CHATTERlNG ]

Can't do this, sheriff.

No disrespect, judge,
but this is my town.

-Looks like a hanging party.
-Let me see.

To the right of the water tower.

NATHAN:
That's my father.

Now, hold on, Nathan.

No sense riding into a lynch mob
without a plan.

Let's do this together. Come on.

Enough of this.
We don't need a trial. Let's go.

Somebody grab some rope
and tie up his hands.

-The man deserves a trial.
-l can walk. l'm a free man.

Yeah, you're free to swing.
Get a rope. Tie up his hands.

l did my best to stop them,
Judge Travis.

Now, l can see that, Litefoot.

STAlNS:
Come on, let's go, boys.

Stand him up.
No, bring him on this mule.

Come on, get him up there.

Come on, get up there.
lt's your last ride. There, boy.

That's it.

That's right.
You get to go see the Lord.

All right, get the rope up over there.

Get up there. All right.

[WHlSTLES]

Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Maybe you'd like to apologize
for killing that white man.

[GUNSHOT]

Hyah, hyah!

[GLASS SHATTERlNG ]

Glad to see you, boys.

l know who you
seven sons of bitches are.

You're not gonna get away with this.

-Right this way, gentlemen.
-Yes, ma'am.

l think l brought
everything you asked for.

MAUDE:
Oh, thank you, Mary.

MARY: l just hope it's not too terrible
for you in here.

MAUDE:
Don't fret, honey.

Wherever l go is
home sweet home to me.

Just put that over
in the corner, sugarplum.

MARY:
You can put these down. Thanks.

Maude, why would that man
put his cuff links in your bag?

Oh, men are such desperate creatures.

When they don't get what they want,
they do foolish things.

Ain't that the truth.

[WHEEZlNG ]

[OBEDlAH COUGHlNG ]

[NATHAN SOBBlNG ]

Daddy.

Daddy.

lt's good to see you.

lt's good to see you too.

l went looking for you after the war.
Daddy, where'd you go?

-lt don't matter now.
-What were you doing in that town?

Coming to find you.

You wanna fill us in, judge?

A white man was found
beaten to death.

He had an altercation with Mr. Jackson
in front of witnesses.

After they found the body. . .

. . .they stopped Mr. Jackson
when he was riding out of town.

When l realized how angry they were,
l moved the trial.

That's why l sent for you.
And they decided to lynch my defendant.

Daddy, let's ride.
Let's get the hell out of here.

-We can go to Mexico.
TRAVlS: No, son, you can't do that.

He's a territorial prisoner
waiting for trial.

l can't let my father hang
for something he didn't do.

-l promise you a fair trial.
-With all due respect. . .

. . .how many Negroes gonna be
on that jury?

That's enough, Nathan.

Ain't nothing more important to me
than being a free man.

And there's one thing
every free man gets in America. . .

. . .and that's his day in court.

l want mine.

Come on, Dad.

LlTEFOOT:
Afternoon, gentlemen.

l'm James Litefoot.

TRAVlS:
Where the blazes did you come from?

Judge Travis, l know
you have a low opinion of me. . .

. . .but the truth of the matter is. . .

. . .nobody but your professional shootists
could have stopped Sheriff Stains today.

Every man in this territory
has a right to a fair trial.

l couldn't agree more.

Which is why l have been retained
by the good people of Eagle Bend. . .

-. . .to prosecute this crime.
-Hell you will.

Crime was committed
in Eagle Bend, Your Honor.

lt's their right.

Now, a sizable contingent
of citizens from Eagle Bend. . .

. . .will be here to attend the trial.

My strong advice, sir, would be
to appoint some of them to the jury.

lt would be not only prudent, but fair.

Fair? They was gonna hang that man
without a trial.

All right, Litefoot.

You're appointed prosecutor.

Tell Sheriff Stains l'll pick some people
for the jury from Eagle Bend.

lt's unorthodox, but l want this trial
to be fair for everyone.

You can also tell the sheriff
we're on the job here.

That he will, gentlemen.

That he will.

Good day.

Can l have a cell like that?

-Ma'am.
-Nathan.

-Ma'am.
-l'll get you some blankets.

Make it real comfortable for you.

Daddy?

Daddy, you all right?

Fine. l'm fine.

Look at you.

Grown into a fine man.

After l knew you made it north. . .

. . .l used to dream about you. . .

. . .living as a free man.

Daddy, you didn't have to stay.
You could have come with me.

l would have slowed you down.

-You, uh, want some supper?
-After a while.

All right.

How's he holding up?

Same as he always was.

They wanna lock him up,
he says, ''Yes, sir, lock me up. ''

They wanna put him on trial,
he says, ''Yes, sir, put me on trial. ''

He'd help tie the noose
if they asked him to.

He's your father.
What's the matter with you?

When l was about 7 years old. . .

. . .our owners decided to sell him
and us kids away from our mother.

Put us on a wagon
and we ended up going to Alabama.

She stayed behind in Georgia.

And after a while,
he had told me that she died.

Now, l was just a little boy
at the time, but all that time. . .

. . .l waited for him to find a way
to keep our mother with us. . .

. . .or us with her.

But he never said one word.
He didn't do anything.

He didn't argue, he didn't even beg.

He didn't put up one damn ounce
of fight to keep our family together.

Harsh.

He should have done something.

What are you doing
with all that string?

Keeping my mind busy.

What's a white lady doing in jail?

My own son locked me up.

Sometimes they don't rightly appreciate
what you do for them.

Truer words were never spoken.

[EZRA CHUCKLlNG ]

Well, well. My, my.

lt's a touch baroque, but l like
what you've done with the place.

-What do you want?
EZRA: Hmm.

Perhaps l could be persuaded
to act as your advocate.

You?

[LAUGHS]

You're the one
who had me locked up.

l don't find your story
compellingly truthful.

Well, l don't care what you think.
l know l'm innocent.

All right, suit yourself.

Holler if you change your mind.

[EZRA CHUCKLlNG ]

The judge says one of us needs
to represent my father.

l don't think it should be me.

-Chris?
-What?

Hell, Nathan, you know Chris don't say
more than three words in a day.

My apologies, Nathan, but l have
legal issues of my own to deal with.

That's all right, Ezra.
l wasn't thinking about asking you.

Well, what you need is an honest,
well-spoken. . .

. . .handsome man for this job.

Fine, l'll do it.

Ain't nobody gonna listen
to a youngster.

Buck, you see a pretty girl
in that courtroom, you're gonna be:

l was thinking about Vin.

l get too nervous in front of a crowd.

What about Josiah?
He studied Cherokee law.

-That should count for something.
-And he's got a suit.

Josiah.

-Would you do this for me?
-Nathan.

l'd be honored.

What in the hell
kind of sissy rig is that?

Well, evening, boys.
Mrs. Standish in there, l hope.

-You must be Mr. Wingo.
WlNGO: My reputation has preceded me.

Happy to hear that.

Oh. Maudie.

-Oh, Maudie, light of my life.
-You skunk.

You're a beautiful woman, Maudie.

And even more beautiful
when there's fire in your eyes.

You put those cuff links in my bag,
didn't you? Admit it.

-Say the word and l'll set you free.
-Never.

When as in silks my Maudie goes

-Don't try to sweet-talk me.
-Then methinks how sweetIy fIows

You tell these people l didn't take
your cuff links and get me out of here.

-Then when I cast my eyes and see
-Quit it, l hate that poem.

-That brave vibration each way free
-Ezra, make him leave.

Oh, no, this is beautiful.

God, l can't bear it.

Maudie, l've substituted
your lovely name for Julia's.

l don't think Robert Herrick
would have minded.

-Get out.
-lf l can't have you, then the jailer can.

Uh.

[WlNGO LAUGHS]

Hot-blooded, passionate.
What a woman. Maudie.

My, my.

l don't know how you manage to resist
such a display of ardor.

STAlNS: We'll bear witness.
We'll be on the jury.

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Mr. Litefoot here is gonna look
after our interests here at Eagle Bend.

You have entrusted me
with this case. . .

. . .and so l guarantee to you right now
that this man will be convicted.

And hung, or--

Or you get your money back.

All right, let's ride.

Your name. . .

. . .Obediah.

Obediah was a, uh, prophet of God.

He predicted the downfall
of the Edomites.

The Edomites were an arrogant people.

They thought they were better
than everybody.

They tried to destroy
Obediah's people, but--

lt didn't work.

Obediah's people rose up.

Justice was served.

Anything you wanna tell me
before we go to trial?

No, sir.

This Obediah just wants
his day in court.

You tell a story like that, Josiah. . .

. . .you'll do just fine.

EZRA:
Josiah.

So you have any biblical parables
on hand for unrepentant grifters?

No.

-Someone here to see you.
TRAVlS: Mrs. Standish, l presume.

-l'm Judge Travis.
-My goodness.

You are even more impressive
than your reputation.

Yeah? Well. . . .

My daughter-in-law believes
that Mr. Wingo's charges may be false.

l wanna know
why Mr. Wingo would cause. . .

. . .his property
to be discovered on you.

Well?

What will happen to me
if l'm found guilty?

-Are you saying the charges are true?
-Definitely not.

TRAVlS:
Madam, get yourself in hand.

Mr. Jackson's going on trial
for murder.

l don't have any time for horseplay.

Mr. Wingo is adamant
that you stole his property.

And you are equally adamant
that you did not.

l wanna know the truth,
and l wanna know it quickly.

Ezra, are you acting
as my attorney or not?

Not so long
as you leave me in the dark.

Ezra, take care of this.
l got a trial to convene. Good day.

My, my, my, judge.

You are the handsomest man
l've ever met.

Hasn't anybody ever told you that?

Why, you're the first prisoner.

Excuse me.

Why are you protecting that darkie?

You ever heard of something called
a fair trial?

My family pulled up roots
in Pennsylvania.

We spent every dime we had
on a plantation in South Carolina.

My father, my brothers,
died in the war.

l come back home to find. . .

. . .scalawags and free Negroes
had stole my land.

Where's my fair trial?

Sheriff Stains. . . .

. . .l don't give a damn about your past.

You're in our town now.

l heard you're fast.

l heard that too.

All right, Moth-- Ma'am. . .

. . .l brought Mr. Wingo. We're all gonna
sit down and work this out.

-Over my dead body.
-That can be arranged. Come along.

-Oh, good day, beautiful Maudie.
-You corpulent cockroach.

That's enough. You claim Mr. Wingo
put those cuff links in your bag. True?

He put them there
so l'd agree to marry him.

-Blackmail, Mr. Wingo?
-No, no, she stole them.

lf she'd marry me,
l'd agree to forget the thing.

Preston, l don't wanna marry you.

Why, Maudie? You know l love you.

Because l've been married five times.
l just don't wanna do it again.

l don't like being tied down,
treated like a servant.

l would never treat you
that way, Maudie.

Never ever.

Would you be willing
to put that in writing?

lf it meant Maudie would marry me,
yes, l would.

What's this?

Judge doesn't allow
any firearms in court.

Well, if you're gonna wear them,
l'm gonna wear them.

TRAVlS: The United States Territorial
Circuit Court is now in session.

ln the matter of
The PeopIe v. Obediah Jackson...

. . .how does the defendant plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

[MEN BOOlNG ]

[JUDGE BANGS GAVEL]

Mr. Litefoot, you may make
your opening statement.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Your Honor. . .

. . .gentlemen of the jury.

Today, you will judge a murder.

A murder so depraved. . .

. . .that all men of conscience
must cry out for justice.

The people will prove
that one Obediah Jackson, a Negro. . .

. . .not of these parts. . .

. . .did, with malice aforethought. . .

. . .beat unto the death. . .

. . .a beloved citizen of Eagle Bend,
Mr. Jonah Catchings.

Gentlemen, such a crime must be
punished to the limits of our laws. . .

. . .which in this case compel us
to demand. . .

. . .a life. . .

. . .for a life.

[APPLAUDlNG ]

[GAVEL BANGS]

Mr. Sanchez,
do you have an opening statement?

A, uh. . . . A great. . .

. . .Cherokee shaman
once said to me:

''To cross a mountain. . .

. . .you must first walk up to it. ''

l think that explains. . .

. . .what we are all doing here today.

Come on, Josiah, get good.

Old Jonah dragged him off his horse
and throwed him down.

Then the Negro followed him
down the street.

-That's when he killed him.
-So you. . . .

-You actually saw him do it?
-No, sir.

l come around the comer
by the feed lot and there was Jonah.

His face was mushed in
and there was blood all over.

He was deader than a hammer.

Did you see the murder take place?

l'd have said so, wouldn't l?

That's when l seen that fella there
galloping out of town.

l drawed down on him
and l told him to halt.

There was blood on his hands.

l didn't see it happen neither.
Sit down.

Gentlemen of the jury,
consider the facts here.

Strange man, covered in blood,
racing away from the scene of the crime.

l don't know about you, but l don't need
no eyewitness to make sense of this.

-Obediah Jackson is a murderer!
MEN: Yes, he is.

All right, save it, Litefoot.

The people rest, Your Honor.

MAN:
Put him in the ground.

[APPLAUSE AND CHATTERlNG ]

[GAVEL BANGS]

l'd like to thank you, Mr. Judge,
for giving me my day in court.

l'd like to thank
my son's friend, Josiah. . .

. . .for standing up here. . .

. . .representing me
in front of all you good people here.

l'll tell you the truth now.

l followed Mr. Catchings
behind the feed lot just like they said.

And then. . .

. . .beat him to death
with my bare hands.

[CHATTERlNG ]

[MEN SHOUTlNG ]

TRAVlS:
Order. Order. Order.

Order. Order in the court. Order.

l said, quiet. Now.

You freely admit you killed this man?

Yes, sir. But this is my day in court,
and l aim to finish.

l wanna tell how l came
to know Mr. Catchings, the man l killed.

l wanna tell this so my son will know.

Mr. Catchings was the overseer
on the cotton plantation in Georgia. . .

. . .where l slaved
with my wife and children. . .

. . . 1 9 years ago.

l don't need to say
how bad life was to a slave.

We worked from sunup to dark.

We got whip.

We got sold. We ain't had no hope.

But this is what l need my son
to know about what l did.

When our little boy was 7 year old. . .

. . .his mama. . .

. . .was forced into carnal relations
with Mr. Catchings.

What Mr. Catchings told her
was that if she didn't. . .

. . .he'd sell the boy away from us.

Seven years old. He'd sell him away
from his mama and daddy.

My wife. . .

. . .couldn't bear the thought of that.

So she went to his bed.

When she found out
she was in a family way. . .

. . .she was so afraid
it would be that man's baby.

She lost her mind.

Walked into the river.

Drowned herself.

l would have killed Mr. Catchings then.

But me and the children was loaded
on wagon in chains. . .

. . .that same day, sold to Alabama.

lt took a lot of spirit out of me.

And l hope
my son understands why now.

So you see. . .

. . .when l had the chance
to kill that man. . .

. . .all these years later. . .

. . .l had to do it.

l reckon l'll find out soon enough
if God hold me to judgment.

But l'm glad l did it.

l have to say, this is--
Well, it's a little unusual.

Um, what shall l call this document?

A pre-matrimonial stipulation agreement
binding to both parties.

All right. Where do we start?

First and most important. . .

. . .she must be available on demand
to the marriage bed.

-Except when l'd rather not.
-Agreed.

And he will, of course,
have accounts set up in my name. . .

. . .at all the stores and salons in town.

Of course. Because she has to do
the cooking and shopping for the house.

Only if you want to starve to death.

You'll want a chef and a maid.

-Trust me.
-Fine.

And he must absolutely stop spouting
that maudlin poetry at all hours.

Only if she agrees
to wear her wedding ring. . .

-. . .when she's out in the public eye.
-l'll pick out the ring.

-Mm-mm.
-Agreed.

ls that it, then?

-Can't think of anything else.
-Neither can l.

You both agree
the wedding will be tomorrow. . .

. . .and that all charges will be dropped
upon return of Mr. Wingo's cuff links.

-Agreed.
-Agreed.

l think we've made
some sort of frontier history today.

Until tomorrow, beautiful Maudie.

[SPEAKS lN FRENCH]

MAUDE:
Until tomorrow, Preston.

Well, Mother, you're a free woman.

Go and sin no more.

Ezra, you haven't done much
to gladden my heart in your life.

l'm proud to be your mother.

Thank you, Mary.

Daddy.

All those years.

Why didn't you ever tell me?

l tried to, son, but l couldn't.

You had enough troubles. . .

. . .without carrying this burden
in your heart.

No.

That made me sound
too damn noble.

Truth be told. . .

. . .l just didn't had the courage.

And l didn't want you
to think bad of your mama.

She was a brave woman.

Yes, sir. lt was.

And all this time,
l thought bad of you.

You got consumption, don't you?

That's why l come looking for you.

TRAVlS: Mr. Jackson has confessed
his guilt in open court.

The jury is dismissed.

[GAVEL BANGS]

Keep your seats. Sit down.

The people of Eagle Bend. . .

-. . .demand to be heard, Your Honor.
TRAVlS: Speak your peace, Mr. Litefoot.

What concerns me here, Your Honor. . .

. . .and should concern all of you,
is the following:

lf we allow one former slave. . .

. . .to get away
with killing his former overseer. . .

. . .do not all former slaves have the right
to kill their former overseers?

What's next?
They'll kill their former owners.

Pretty soon,
they'd be killing all us white folk.

We need to send a message here.

A message that says
that no man has the right. . .

. . .nor the excuse. . .

. . .to take the life
of another human being.

Thank you.

[APPLAUSE AND CHATTERlNG ]

[GAVEL BANGS]

Mr. Sanchez,
do you have anything to say?

Yes, l do, Your Honor.

Just for a moment, l would like you
to try on Obediah's boots.

A man walks into your house. . .

. . .he takes your wife. . .

. . .and he rapes her.

And you are powerless to stop it.

He rapes your wife. . .

. . .and then he threatens to take
your 7-year-old child away from you.

And you. . .

. . .are powerless to stop it.

lmagine what that must be like. . .

. . .having to stand there
and watch this grievous harm. . .

. . .be done to your loved ones.

And you're powerless to stop it.

l would kill that man.

You.

You would kill that man.

But Obediah Jackson
could not kill that man.

Not until 20 years later.

When Obediah Jackson saw
Jonah Catchings again. . .

. . .he remembered all
that he had suffered. . .

. . .at his vicious hand
and once again felt the sting. . .

. . .of Mr. Catchings' abuse.

Can any of you declare
you would have acted any differently?

l believe the answer is no.

lf ever any man deserved to die,
Jonah Catchings was that man.

For all that he imposed
on Obediah and his family. . .

. . .doubtlessly on many,
many others.

And just as surely. . .

. . .l believe Obediah Jackson
deserves to live.

l believe that. . .

. . .as strongly as l believe
in God's eternal love.

When you pass judgment on this man,
Your Honor. . .

. . .on this decent, long-suffering man. . .

. . .who has endured endless years
of deprivation and finally. . .

. . .finally has a chance to live out
his last days as a free man. . .

. . .l beg you. . .

. . .search your heart
and do what is right and just.

Let Obediah Jackson live.

[APPLAUDlNG AND CHATTERlNG ]

Josiah, you silver-tongued devil.

[GAVEL BANGlNG ]

This court is in recess
until there is order.

lf ever there was a justifiable killing,
this is it.

lt's still murder.

Catchings caused the death
of Obediah's wife.

The law allows you
to defend your family.

Twenty years later?

The law doesn't allow for that.

MARY:
You can't hang him.

He doesn't have long to live.

-What?
-He's got consumption.

Nathan told me
he doesn't have much time.

The court is now in session.
Quiet down.

Quiet.

l feel great sympathy for this man.

However, l'm one of the bearers
of the law to this territory. . .

. . .so l have no choice.

Obediah Jackson. . .

. . .you're guilty of murder
by your own admission.

You are hereby sentenced to hang
for your crime.

[ Skipped item nr. 574 ]

[HOOTlNG AND APPLAUDlNG ]

[GAVEL BANGlNG ]

What?

As l see him as no immediate threat
to the community. . .

. . .the execution will be carried out
at a time in the future. . .

. . .when l deem it necessary.

For the present, the defendant
will remain under house arrest. . .

. . .in the custody of Mr. Chris Larabee,
sworn officer of the court.

This court is adjourned.

[CHATTERlNG ]

Nathan, get your father out of sight.

All right, listen up.
l don't care what the judge says.

You can't murder a citizen
of Eagle Bend and get away with it.

So, by God, if they won't hang him,
we'll do it for them.

You heard the judge. Go home.

You stole my bullets.

Now, careful, mister,
we'll send them back.

STAlNS:
Uh-huh.

lt sure is easy to look tough. . .

. . .when you have loaded weapons
and we don't.

l guess you men wouldn't be interested
in a fair fight, would you?

Well, l think we can manage
a fair fight.

-What do you say, boys?
-Oh, l love a fair fight.

[MEN GRUNTlNG ]

[GUNSHOT]

Leave my boy alone.

Sheriff, l could kill you right now.

But truth be told, l don't want to.

You want to kill me,
but l ain't gonna kill you.

Because it ain't right.

You know that.

And l know that.

Justice has been done here today.

Now, go home.

Come on, get out of here.

Get on your horses.

Whoo!

Here you go.

Thank you, son.

What's this? Boiled skunk?

Some herbs.
They'll help with the cough.

l'm proud of you, Daddy.

You've made me proud too, son.

Grown into a fine man, yes, sir.

l'm glad l got to see it.

Here.

l made this for your horse.

lt's a bridle.

lt's beautiful.

l came all this way.
Want to bring my son a present.

You already did. You already did.

[ORGAN PLAYlNG ]

MAUDE: Yah! Giddyup.
-Aw, hell.

-Where do you think you're going?
-You didn't think for a moment. . .

. . .l was gonna marry that dreadful man,
did you?

You--

You signed a contract.

Yes, and he dropped the charges.
l'm free as a bird.

-Well, what am l supposed to do?
-What you've always done, sweet boy.

Just what your mother tells you.
l was gonna mail it.

Yah!

Giddyup.

Well?

l have a message for you
from the bride.

lt seems to be a poem.

''With apologies to Robert Herrick.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Old Time is still a-flying

And this same fIower
That smiIes today

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WiII never have
To set eyes on you again

You bloated wood tick

P.S. Thank you for the lovely carriage. ''

What a woman.