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Seen 'em do it, I have, Oftentimes through life, Skimpin', stingyin' along___ Every day a strife, Jes' to see their dollar pile Grow bigger every day___ Fer themselves no comfort, Fer their child no play___ Frum their birth into the grave Livin only fer to save. Lord be merciful to 'em When they climb the stair___ Never had no tun down here___ Otter have somewhere. 'Fraid, tho', ef the story's true, They will never see Inside uv the mansions where The jolly folks'll be. Wouldn't be surprised ef Nick Ud prod 'em with his forked stick. Common folks hey common ways 'N' common sympathy, 'N' like to do their part to help A needy brother. Gee! But stingy folks they ain't that way, But hey heart trouble when They ort to give, 'n' make more fuss Than some dern settin' hen, A huntin' up some poor excuse To prove thet givin's of no use. Ef I hed charge uv cyclones, 'N' lightnin' 'n' the hail' The tender hearted fellers Ud never hey to quail, But ef you read the daily, You'd see where it'd say, "A sweepin' cyclone come along On stingy street to-day, 'N' every doggon feller there Was tuck a sailin' in the air." __Ed. Blair. |
Kansas Zephyrs
Ed. Blair
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)
Pages 191-192
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