 Job work. By James Wittcombe Reilly. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kechuk. Write me a rhyme of the present time, and the poet took his pen, and wrote such lines as the miser minds hide in the hearts of men. Through enthused as the poets used when their fingers kissed the strings of some sweet liar and caught the fire true inspiration brings, and sang the song of a nation's wrong of the patriot's galling chain, and the glad release that the angel peace has given him again. He sang the lay of religion's sway, where a hundred creeds clasp hands, and shout in dwee such a symphony that the whole world understands. He struck the key of monopoly, and sang of her swift decay, and traveled the track of the railway back with a blightsome round-a-lay, of the tranquil bliss of a true love kiss, and painted the picture, too, of the wedded life, and the patient wife, and the husband fond and true, and sang the joy that a noble boy brings to a father's soul, who lets the wine as a mocker shine stagnated in the bowl. And he stabbed his pen in the ink again, and wrote with a writhing frown, this is the end, and now, my friend, you may print it upside down. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Job Work by James Whitcomb Riley, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley. Write me a rhyme of the present time, and the poet took his pen and wrote such lines as the miser minds hide in the hearts of men. He grew enthused as the poets used when their fingers kissed the strings of some sweet liar and caught the fire true inspiration brings, and sang the song of a nation's wrong of the patriot's galling chain, and the glad release that the angel peace has given him again. He sang the lay of religion's sway, where a hundred creeds clasp hands and shout in glee such a symphony that the whole world understands. He struck the key of monopoly, and sang of her swift decay, and travelled the track of the railway back with a blivesome round delay. Of the tranquil bliss of a true love's kiss, and painted the picture too, of the wedded life, and the patient wife, and the husband fond and true. And sang the joy that a noble boy brings to a father's soul, who lets the wine as a mocker shine stagnated in the bowl. And he stabbed the pen in the ink again and wrote with a writhing frown, this is the end, and now my friend, you may print it, upside down. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Job work by James Whitcombe Riley, read for Liberbox.org by Chad Horner from Liverpool. Write me a rhyme of the present time, and the poet took his pen and wrote such lines as the miser minds hide in the hearts of men. He drew enthused as the boats used, when their fingers kissed the strings of some sweet lire, and caught the fire true inspiration brings. And sang the song of a nation's wrong, of the patriot's galing chain, and the glad release that the angel piece has given him again. He sang the lay of religion sway, where a hundred creeds clasp hands, and shout in glee such a symphony that the whole world understands. He struck the key of monopoly, and sang of her swift decay, and travelled the track of the railway back with a blazing round delay. Of the tranquil bliss of a true love kiss, and painted the picture too, of the wedded life, and the patient wife, and the husband fond and true, and sang the joy that a noble boy brings to her father's shore, who lets the wine as a mocker shine stagnated in the bowl. And he stabbed his pen in the ink again, enroute with a writhing brine. This is the end, and now, my friend, you may print it upside down. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Job work by James Whitcomb Riley. Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. Write me a rhyme of the present time. And the poet took his pen, and wrote such lines, as the miser minds hide in the hearts of men. He grew enthused as the poets used when their fingers kissed the strings of some sweet liar, and caught the fire, true inspiration brings, and sang the song of a nation's wrong, of the patriot's galling chain, and the glad release that the angel, peace, has given him again. He sang the lay of religion's sway, where a hundred creeds clasp hands, and shout in glee, such a symphony that the whole world understands. He struck the key of monopoly, and sang of her swift decay, and travelled the track of the railway back with a blithesome rounder-lay, of the tranquil bliss of a true love-kiss, and painted the picture, too, of the wedded life, and the patient wife, and the husband fond and true, and sang the joy that a noble boy brings to a father's soul, who lets the wine as a mocker shine stagnated in the bowl. And he stabbed his pen in the ink again, and wrote with a writhing frown, this is the end, and now, my friend, you may print it upside down. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Job Work by James Wittgenreilly readforlibrevox.org by Florence Short Write Me a Rhyme of the Present Time And the poet took his pen and wrote search lines as the miser minds hide in the hearts of men. He grew enthused as the poets used when their fingers kissed the strings of some sweet liar, and called the fire true inspiration brings, and sang the song of a nation's wrong of the patriot's galling chain. And the glad release that the angel, peace, has given him again. He sang the lay of religions sway where a hundred creeds clasp hands and shout in glee such a symphony that the whole world understands. He struck the key of monopoly and sang of her swift decay and traveled the track of the railway back with a blazing rondeau of the tranquil bliss of a true love kiss and painted the picture too of the wedded life and the patient wife and the husband fond and true and sang the joy that a noble boy brings to a father's soul who lets the wine as a mocker shine stagnated in the bowl. And he stabbed his pen in the ink again and wrote with a writhing frown. This is the end, and now my friend you may print it upside down. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Graham Scott Audio.com Write me a rhyme of the present time and the poet took his pen and wrote such lines as the miser minds hide in the hearts of men. He grew enthused as the poets used when their fingers kissed the strings of some sweet liar and caught the fire true inspiration brings and sang the song of a nation's wrong of the patriot's galling chain and the glad release that the angel peace has given him again. He sang the lay of religion's sway where a hundred creeds clasp hands and shout in glee such a symphony that the whole world understands. He struck the key of monopoly and sang of her swift decay and travelled the track of the railway back with a blithesome round delay. Of the tranquil bliss of a true love kiss and painted the picture too of the wedded life and the patient wife and the husband fond and true and sang the joy that a noble boy brings to a father's soul who lets the wine as a mocker shine stagnated in the bowl. And he stabbed his pen in the ink again and wrote with a writhing frown, this is the end and now my friend you may print it upside down. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. This is the end and now my friend you may print it upside down. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. And wrote such lines as the Miser minds hide in the hearts of men. He grew enthused as the poets used when their fingers kissed the strings of some sweet liar, and caught the fire true inspiration brings, and sang the song of a nation's wrong, of the Patriot's galling chain, And the glad release that the angel peace has given him again. He sang the lay of religion's sway, Where a hundred creeds clasp hands, And shout in glee such a symphony That the whole world understands. He struck the key of monopoly, And sang of a swift decay, And travelled the track of the railway back With a blithome rondeau, Of the tranquil bliss of the true love kiss, And painted the picture, too, Of the wedded life, and the patient wife, And the husband fond and true, And sang the joy that a noble boy Brings to a father's soul, Who lets the wine as a marker shine Stagnated in the bull. He stabbed his pen in the ink again, And wrote with a writhing frown, This is the end, and now, my friend, You may print it upside down. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Job work by James Whitcombe, really, Redford Lee Revox.org by Kudrnoe. Write me a rhyme of the present time, And the poet took his pen, And wrote his lines as the marcher minds Hide in the hearts of men. He grew enthused as the poet used When their fingers kissed the strings Of some sweet liar and codifier Through inspiration rings, And sang the song of a nation's wrong Of the patriot's galling chain, And the glad release That an angel, peace, has given him again. He sang the lay of religion's way Where a hundred creeds clasped hands, And shouting gleam such as him funny That the whole world understands. He struck the key of Monopoly, And sang of her swift decay, And traveled the track of the railway back With the blights around the lane. Of the tranquil bliss of her true love kiss, And painted the picture, too, Of duveted life and the patient wife And husband, fond and true, And sang the joy that a noble boy Brings to a father's soul, And less divine as a muckershine Stagnated in the bowl. And he stabbed his pen at the end Again, and rolled with the writing from. This is the end. And now, my friend, you may print it upside down. End of poem. This recording is in a public domain.