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HOW-D'YE-DO, AND GOOD-BYE.
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Mr. Penny, whose father was rolling in wealth,
Consumed all the fortune his dad won,
Large Mr. Le Fever's the picture of health,
Mr. Goodenough is but a bad one.
Mr. Cruickshank stept into three thousand a year,
His figure attracted an heiress:
Now I hope you'll acknowledge I've made it quite clear,
Surnames ever go by contraries.
Consumed all the fortune his dad won,
Large Mr. Le Fever's the picture of health,
Mr. Goodenough is but a bad one.
Mr. Cruickshank stept into three thousand a year,
His figure attracted an heiress:
Now I hope you'll acknowledge I've made it quite clear,
Surnames ever go by contraries.
How-D'Ye-Do, and Good-Bye.
One day Good-bye met How-d'ye-do,
Too close to shun saluting;
But soon the rival sisters flew,
From kissing to disputing.
Too close to shun saluting;
But soon the rival sisters flew,
From kissing to disputing.
"Away," says How-d'ye-do, "your mien
Appals my cheerful nature;
No name so sad as yours is seen
In sorrow's nomenclature.
Appals my cheerful nature;
No name so sad as yours is seen
In sorrow's nomenclature.
"Whene'er I give one sunshine hour,
Your cloud comes in to shade it;
Whene'er I plant one bosom's flower,
Your mildew drops do fade it.
Your cloud comes in to shade it;
Whene'er I plant one bosom's flower,
Your mildew drops do fade it.
"Ere How-d'ye-do has tuned each tongue
To hope's delightful measure,
Good-bye in Friendship's ear has rung
The knell of parting pleasure.
To hope's delightful measure,
Good-bye in Friendship's ear has rung
The knell of parting pleasure.
"From sorrows past my chemic skill
Draws smiles of consolation;
While you from present joys distil
The tears of separation."
Draws smiles of consolation;
While you from present joys distil
The tears of separation."
Good-bye replied, "Your statement's true,
And well your cause you've pleaded;
But pray who'd think of How-d'ye-do,
Unless Good-bye preceded?
And well your cause you've pleaded;
But pray who'd think of How-d'ye-do,
Unless Good-bye preceded?
"Without my prior influence
Could you have ever flourished?
And can your hand one flower dispense,
But what my tears have nourished?
Could you have ever flourished?
And can your hand one flower dispense,
But what my tears have nourished?
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