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The Green Bag.
GUILTY. BY JOHX ALHEKT MACY.
If that's the law, judge, Why then I suppose it's so. I have broke the rules, that were made for mules That have to be told to go. But a man can't And read When his blood To strike,
stand with a book in his hand, what he's got to do. is hot, there's times he's got and strike quick, too.
And if he'd said it to me, judge, I wouldn't have been so mad. But for such a cur to speak to her! — Why — my fist was all I had. And maybe you'd used your tongue, judge, But I never was quick with my jaw. So I clenched my fist, and give it a twist, And I'm guilty, if that's the law.
