The Companion Detest
Poverty is no disgrace
But a great inconvenience
He without a dime
Is no man at all
What a mother of crime!
The poorer one is,
The more devil one meets
Peninless soul pines in pulgatory
Hard taste it is, to be poor and leal
As need makes greed
When we have gold, we are in fear
But with non, we are in danger
Put the poor's penny and t' richs'
In one purse, they come out alike
The rich dines when he wills
The poor when he may.
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