"Obadiah - His Lay of Old Nantucket"

Some folks is alrays cruisin' round In search of new surprise An' some keeps busy plannin' out Fer mansions in the skies, But, bein's I'm jest a common man, Says Obadiah Brown, Why, all I want's a roostin place In old Nantucket town!

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Some people has an appetite Fer city life an' wealth An' some is alrays doctorin' An' chasin' after health, Till Boom! 'long comes a motor car An' flattens of 'em down But there's a safer roostin' place In old Nantucket town. Some folks go up to Boston Fer Culture, Art—an' Beans, Come back an' talk philoserfy (An' Lord knows what it means!) I never wade beyond my depth, For I don't want to drown, So just give me my roostin' place In old Nantucket town.

Some people's alrays whittlin' 'Bout other folkses sins, 'An 'tis with these self-righteous ones That scandal oft begins; I calkerlate a hearty laugh Works better than a frown, An' makes a cheerful roostin' place In old Nantucket town.

If ever I be called aloft, An' grow some useful wings, I'll oft come back to take a look At old familiar things, Then you may twang your golden harp An' you may wear your crown, But let me keep my roostin' place In old Nantucket town!

Henry S. Wyer