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“I'll build a high house, on this hill, says old Grub,
Where house never stood before;
A man like Goliah shall stand at my gate,
And drive far away all the poor,
With a bang!
Where house never stood before;
A man like Goliah shall stand at my gate,
And drive far away all the poor,
With a bang!
Wise men agree that the rabble are better of a good sound beating, and all that.
Yes! the beggars he'll keep from my door! | The Poetical Works of Robert Anderson | |