Jimmie Lee

Friends, Vietnamese, countrymen, lend me your shins;

I come to giggle at Jimmie Lee, not to shave him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their arms;

So let it be with Jimmie Lee. The sassy Spud

Hath told you Jimmie Lee was bellicose:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jimmie Lee answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Spud and the rest–

For Spud is a disorganized man;

So are they all, all disorganized men–

Come I to speak in Jimmie Lee’s funeral.

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