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Title: The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam
With Apologies to Omar

Author: J. L. Duff

Illustrator: Benjamin Franklin

Release Date: November 5, 2007 [EBook #23338]

Language: English

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[Illustration: The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam]

Illustrated by Benj. Franklin
[not of Philadelphia]

_Copyrighted_ 1922
_by_ LEEDON PUBLISHING COMPANY

LEEDON PUBLISHING COMPANY
405 FLOOD BUILDING
SAN FRANCISCO

THE
RUBAIYAT
OF
OHOW DRYYAM

By J. L. DUFF

_With Apologies to_

OMAR

[Illustration]

_Illustrated by_

BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
[_Not of Philadelphia_]

_The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam_

I

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.

II

After the phantom of our Freedom died
Methought a 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."

[Illustration:

_And still the Morals-tinkers plot and plan
New, sterner, stricter Statutes to indite._]

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!

V

Each morn a thousand Recipes, you say--
Yes, but where match the beer of Yesterday?
And those Spring Months that used to br