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A LITTLE MORE.
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The doctor shaves in draughts and pills,
The tapster shaves in pints and gills,
The farmer shaves in hay and oats,
The banker shaves in his own notes,
The lawyer shaves both friends and foes,
The pedlar shaves where'er he goes,
The wily merchant shaves his brother,
The people all shave one another.
The tapster shaves in pints and gills,
The farmer shaves in hay and oats,
The banker shaves in his own notes,
The lawyer shaves both friends and foes,
The pedlar shaves where'er he goes,
The wily merchant shaves his brother,
The people all shave one another.
Blank Verse.
To the Suspenshun Bridge, Niagary River.
Anormus structur! Whar, I'de like to know,
Did the construckturs stand as bilt this rode
Rite throo the air? Say, gentle Mews,
Wot had they to hold on to? But alas!
The Mews ses nuthnn. O, Jerusalem!
Wot boyed 'em up! Imadginashun's flored—
Kant get the hang of it!
I have it now—
They did it in halloons?
Did the construckturs stand as bilt this rode
Rite throo the air? Say, gentle Mews,
Wot had they to hold on to? But alas!
The Mews ses nuthnn. O, Jerusalem!
Wot boyed 'em up! Imadginashun's flored—
Kant get the hang of it!
I have it now—
They did it in halloons?
A Little More.
(At Thirty.)
Five hundred dollars I have saved—
A rather moderate store—
No matter: I shall be content
When I've a little more.
Five hundred dollars I have saved—
A rather moderate store—
No matter: I shall be content
When I've a little more.
(At Forty.)
Well, I can count ten thousand now—
That's better than before;
And I may well be satisfied
When I've a little more.
Well, I can count ten thousand now—
That's better than before;
And I may well be satisfied
When I've a little more.
(At Fifty.)
Some fifty thousand—pretty well—
But I have earned it sore;
However, I shall not complain
When I've a little more.
Some fifty thousand—pretty well—
But I have earned it sore;
However, I shall not complain
When I've a little more.