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THOSE HORRID HURDY-GURDIES!

A MONODY, BY A VICTIM

My mother bids me bind my hair,”
And not go about such a figure;
It's a bother, of course, but what do I care?
I shall do as I please when I'm bigger.
“My lodging is on the cold, cold ground,”
As the first-floor and attic were taken.
I tried the garret but once, and found
That my wish for a change was mistaken.
“Ever of thee!” yes, “Ever of thee!”
They chatter more and more,
Till I groan aloud, “Oh! let me be!
I have heard it all before!”
“Please remember the organ, sir,”
What? hasn't he left me yet?
I promise, good man; for its tedious burr
I never can forget.
1861.