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An' when he's pooty well busted an' smash'd, The devil comes smilin' an' bowin' round, Says tew the Maker, "Guess ye don't keer Tew trouble with stock thet ain't parfactly sound; Lemme tote him away--best ye can do-- Neglected, I guess, tew build him with care; I'll hide him in hell--better thet folks Shouldn't see him laid up on the track for repair!"