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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