Shine! All Right; Here Y'Are, Boss! Do It For Jest Five Cents. Get 'Em Fixed In A Minute, That Is, 'F Nothing Perwents. Set Your Foot Right There, Sir. Mornin'S Kinder Cold, Goes Right Through A Feller, When His Coat'S A Gittin' Old. Well, Yes, Call It A Coat, Sir, Though 'T Aint Much More 'N A Tear. Git Another! I Can't, Boss; Ain'T Got The Stamps To Spare. "Make As Much As Most On 'Em!" Yes; But Then, Yer See, They've Only Got One To Do For, There'S Two On Us, Jack And Me. Him? Why, That Little Feller With A Curus Lookin' Back, Sittin' There On The Gratin', Warmin' Hisself, That's Jack. Used To Go Round Sellin' Papers, The Cars There Was His Lay; But He Got Shoved Off Of The Platform Under The Wheels One Day. Fact, The Conductor Did It, Gin Him A Reg'Lar Throw, He Didn't Care If He Killed Him; Some On 'Em Is Just So. He's Never Been All Right Since, Sir, Sorter Quiet And Queer; Him And Me Goes Together, He's What They Call Cashier. Style, That 'Ere, For A Boot-Black, Made The Fellers Laugh; Jack And Me Had To Take It, But We Don't Mind No Chaff. Trouble! Not Much, You Bet, Boss! Sometimes, When Biz Is Slack, I Don't Know How I'd Manage If 'T Wa'N'T For Little Jack. You Jest Once Orter Hear Him: He Says We Needn'T Care How Rough Luck Is Down Here, Sir, If Some Day We Git Up There. All Done Now, How's That, Sir? Shines Like A Pair Of Lamps. Mornin'! Give It To Jack, Sir, He Looks After The Stamps.