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And most I work for the pure love of it,
Toiling among our friends and neighbours here.
And if I sometimes cut the cards for them,
Or stick a puppet full of corking pins
Vexing a stingy, old, exacting spouse,
To please a jealous or a weary wife
Woman should stand by woman, that's my creed;
The men are wolves who raven for the lambs,
And we soft-hearted sheep must hold together.
So much the world has taught poor Pomeroy!
Avis:
Poor Pomeroy! You are misunderstood.
There is a many words begin with P,
That folks ill-natur'd still apply to you.
Yet there is something I would ask youthis:
A soothing potion, I desire a drug
But not what made Ralph Archer sleep so sound
This is to drowse Sylvester for to-night,
One night, but not for ever!
