Well there's nothing like a rousing old song with a rollicking melody to
brace the mind and body against the weariness attendant on prolonged
physical labor. I have often found myself while mowing the lawn breaking into:
That nine pound hammer
that killed John Henry
ain't gonna kill me Lord
ain't gonna kill me
even though the work I am engaged in at the time I articulate these lyrics
admittedly does not involve the use of a hammer of any weight.
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