. Farm legends. Ten of ye have we now. Sir, for this world to abuse; An Bobbie he have no waistcoat, an Nellie she have no shoes, An Sammie he have no shirt. Sir (I tell it to his shame). An the one that was just before ye we aint had time to name! An all o the banks be smashin, an on us poor folk foil;An Boss he whittles the wages when works to be had at all The Christmas Baby. 8j. An Tom he have cut his foot off, an lies in a wofal plight,An all of us wonders at muriiin as what we shall eat at ni^ht; An but for your father an Sandy a-findin somewhat to do,An bnt for the preachers good wife,
. Farm legends. Ten of ye have we now. Sir, for this world to abuse; An Bobbie he have no waistcoat, an Nellie she have no shoes, An Sammie he have no shirt. Sir (I tell it to his shame). An the one that was just before ye we aint had time to name! An all o the banks be smashin, an on us poor folk foil;An Boss he whittles the wages when works to be had at all The Christmas Baby. 8j. An Tom he have cut his foot off, an lies in a wofal plight,An all of us wonders at muriiin as what we shall eat at ni^ht; An but for your father an Sandy a-findin somewhat to do,An bnt for the preachers good wife, who often lielps us but for your poor dear mother a-doin twice her part,Yed a seen us all in heaven afore ye was ready to start!
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