Over the hill to the poor-house I’m trudgin’ my weary way—
I, a woman of seventy, and only a trifle gray—
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Out of the old house, Nancy--moved up into the new;
All the hurry and worry is just as good as through.
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Good folks ever will have their way
Good folks ever for it must pay.
But we, who are here and everywhere,
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They 've got a brand-new organ, Sue,
For all their fuss and search;
They've done just as they said they'd do,
And fetched it into church.
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A boy drove into the city, his wagon loaded down
With food to feed the people of the British-governed town;
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The Editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care,
His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair,
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I, who was always counted, they say,
Rather a bad stick any way,
Splintered all over with dodges and tricks,
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There's a gathering in the village, that has never been outdone
Since the soldiers took their muskets to the war of '61,
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The Farmer Discourses of his Son.
Tom was goin' for a poet, an' said he'd a poet be;
One of these long-haired fellers a feller hates to see;
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Some men were born for great things,
Some were born for small;
Some--it is not recorded
Why they were born at all;
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