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Copyrighted 1922 
 by LEEDON PUBLISHING COMPANY 
 
 
 
 LEEDON PUBLISHING COMPANY 
 
 405 FLOOD BUILDING 
 
 SAN FRANCISCO 
 
THE 
 
 RUBAIYAT 
 
 OF 
 
 OHOWDRYYAM 
 
 By J. L. DUFF 
 
 With Apologies to 
 OMAR 
 
 Illustrated by 
 
 BENJAMIN FRANKLIN 
 
 [Not of Philadelphia} 
 
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 The c R^ubaiyat ofOhow T>ryyam 
 
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 Wail ! for the Law has scattered into flight 
 Those Drinks that were our sometime dear 
 
 Delight; 
 
 And still the Morals-tinkers plot and plan 
 New, sterner, stricter Statutes to indite. 
 
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 After me phantom of our Freedom died 
 : i M.tfthjQijgb tva. Voice within the Tavern cried: 
 "Drink coffee, Lads, for that is all that s left 
 Since our Land of the Free is washed and 
 dried." 
 
And still the Morals-tinkers plot and plan 
 New, sterner, stricter Statutes to indite. 
 
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THE RUBAIYAT OF OHOW DRYYAM 
 
 III 
 
 The Haigs indeed are gone, and on the Nose 
 That bourgeoned once with color of the rose 
 A deathly Pallor sits, while down the lane 
 Where once strode Johnny Walker Water 
 goes. 
 
 IV 
 
 Come, fill the Cup, and in the Coffee-house 
 We ll learn a new and temperate Carouse 
 
 The Bird of Time flies with a steadier wing 
 But roosts with sleepless Eye a Coffee Souse 1 
 
 Each morn a thousand Recipes, you say 
 Yes, but where match the beer of Yesterday? 
 And those Spring Months that used to bring 
 
 the Bock 
 Seem very long ago and far away. 
 
The Bird of Time flies with a steadier wing 
 But roosts with sleepless Eye a Coffee Souse! 
 
THE RUBAIYAT OF OHOW DRYYAM 
 
 VI 
 
 A Book of Blue Laws underneath the Bough, 
 A pot of Tea, a piece of Toast, and Thou 
 
 Beside me sighing in the Wilderness 
 Wilderness? It s Desert, Sister, now. 
 
 VII 
 
 Some for a Sunday without Taint, and Some 
 Sigh for Inebriate Paradise to come, 
 While Moonshine takes the Cash (no Credit 
 
 goes) 
 And real old Stuff demands a Premium. 
 
A Book of Blue Laws underneath the Bough, 
 A pot of Tea, a piece of Toast, and Thou . . . 
 
THE RUBAIYAT OF OHOW DRYYAM 
 
 VIII 
 
 The Scanty Stock we set our hearts upon 
 Still dwindles and declines until anon, 
 
 Like Snow upon the Desert s dusty Face, 
 It lights us for an hour and then is gone. 
 
 IX 
 
 Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears 
 TODAY of past Regrets and future Fears 
 
 Tomorrow! Why, Tomorrow I may be 
 In Canada or Scotland or Algiers! 
 
 Yes, make the most of what we still may spend ; 
 
 The last Drop s lingering Taste may yet tran 
 scend 
 Anticipation s Bliss though we are left 
 
 Sans Wine, Sans Song, Sans Singer, and 
 Sans End. 
 
The Scanty Stock we set our hearts upon 
 
THE RUBAIYAT OF OHOW DRYYAM 
 
 XI 
 
 Alike for those who for the Drouth prepared 
 
 And those who, like myself, more poorly fared, 
 
 Fond Memory weaves Roseate Shrouds to 
 
 dress 
 Departed Spirits we have loved and shared. 
 
 XII 
 
 Myself when young did eagerly frequent 
 The gilded Bar, and all my Lucre spent 
 For bottled Joyousness, but evermore 
 Came out less steadily than in I went. 
 
 XIII 
 
 The legal Finger writes; and having writ, 
 Moves on and neither Thirst nor Wit 
 Has lured it back to cancel half a line 
 To give a Man excuse for being lit. 
 
Myself when young did eagerly frequent 
 The gilded Bar . . . 
 
THE RUBAIYAT OF OHOW DRYTAM 
 
 XIV 
 
 And Bill the Bootlegger the Infidel ! 
 When He takes my last Cent for just a Smell 
 
 Of Hooch, I wonder what Bootleggers buy 
 One half so precious as the Stuff they sell. 
 
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 Oh Bill, Who dost with White Mule and with 
 
 Gin 
 Beset the Road I am to Wander in, 
 
 If I am garnered of the Law, wilt Thou, 
 All piously, Impute my Fall to Sin? 
 
And Bill the Bootlegger the Infidel! 
 
THE RUBAIYAT OF OHOW DRYYAM 
 
 XVI 
 
 Yon rising Moon that looks for us again 
 How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; 
 But, Oh, how oft before we have beheld 
 Six Moons arise who now seek Two in vain. 
 
 XVII 
 
 And when Thyself at last shall come to trip 
 Down that dim Dock where Charon loads his 
 
 Ship, 
 
 I ll meet Thee on the other Wharf if Thou 
 Wilt promise to have Something on thy Hip. 
 
But, Oh, how oft before we have beheld 
 Six Moons arise . . . 
 
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