On the corners, in the square
You see them standing everywhere,
Bundles underneath their arms
Shouting out their wares, the charms
Of "Post 'n' News".
When the evening's warm and mild,
When the wind is blowing wild,
In the rain and in the sleet,
Crying up and down the street
Their "Post 'n' News".
Oldish men and young ones too,
Some you'ld think were from a zoo,
But all in common, young and old
In weather warm and weather cold
Sell "Post 'n' News".
We owe them all a debt you know,
They bring us, through the rain and snow
The paper that we want to read
Regardless of our race or creed,
Our Post or News.
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