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Day 207 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
Sandburg writes: "Two newspapermen, working for the Boston Post, took a poor poet around the town in a motor car, showing him Faneuil Hall, Bunker Hill, Charlestown Jail, Harvard University. They made inquiries, the poet gave guarded replies, but was twice caught napping. They wrote notes for an interview. Then they fed the poet and sang this modern Boston ditty."
Day 207 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
Sandburg writes: "Two newspapermen, working for the Boston Post, took a poor poet around the town in a motor car, showing him Faneuil Hall, Bunker Hill, Charlestown Jail, Harvard University. They made inquiries, the poet gave guarded replies, but was twice caught napping. They wrote notes for an interview. Then they fed the poet and sang this modern Boston ditty."
![Ten Thousand Miles Away from Home
Day 284 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
Sandburg writes: This may be one of the many Po’ Boy songs, [see Po Boy, day 15 in this series] carrying its own peculiar load of grief. Verse 2 sometimes goes—
I went down to the railroad
Where the big six-wheelers ran;
I saw my woman sitting there
In the arms of another man.
And occasionally, for the sake of plot, these two verses are interspersed—
I stood on the street corner;
It was shortly after dark;
Along came a man with the woman I love,
And I stabbed him through the heart.
“Well, it’s please, Mr. Judge, now please, Mr. Judge,
It’s what are you goin’ to do with me?”
He says, “ If I find you guilty, dear boy,
I’m goin’ to send you to the penitentiary.”
From Alan Lomaxs notes: There are stanzas in this one from so many different hobo songs, sung in so many different ways, that one might call this the master hobo song. Actually I had some hand in mixing the verses together in American Ballads and Folk Songs (Macmillan, 1934), from which Pete Seegers version comes. Ten Thousand Miles Away from Home](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/PfGRep6ZWII/mqdefault.jpg)





![Owa Tanna Siam
Sandburg writes: Singing [this] to make the syllables fit into the tune of America is more fun than crossword puzzles or writing sonnets about sin or triolets about violets.
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