Old grand miser dazzle above in pride,
All bags of gold and silver he will hide
In his wretched home, where no one will pry;
Neither garments nor shoes he'll therefore buy
Not a single dime will drop from his side.
Ev'rynight he'd lost a penny, he cried.
The neighbours woke in fright, Grand miser lied-
-That the chilling night always makes him cry;
Old grand miser.
A thief came, his e'er flowing wealth was dried;
Old grand miser cried he thought of suicide.
Miser's wealth was gone, he gazed at the sky
The sun jeer'd at him ''Kiss the world goodbye''.
'Neath this epitaph grave, a man had died
Old grand miser.
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