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I fly with a buzzard feather, I dig me wells with a spur, And snakes may famish and fry But I Cross that desert to her! I seem the only thing on earth that cares 'Cause Al ain't here no more!What was my amazement, in examining this literary curiosity, to find that it was my Glory Trail, with slight alterations, such as the omission of one line in the refrain, such rubbings down and chippings off as might happen to it in passing from mouth to mouth.