Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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MOSES THE JEW. |
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MOSES THE JEW.
This is Moses the Jew,
And his comrades are few
Though his dollars are many and safely invested,
And he has his own house
But is warmly detested,
For he leaves not behind him a scrap for a mouse;
While he wears funny clothes
And expresses odd oaths,
And goes prying about from dust-bin to dung-heap
With the longest of noses,
And gathers all cheap;
For a sharp eye to picking has miserly Moses.
And his comrades are few
Though his dollars are many and safely invested,
And he has his own house
But is warmly detested,
For he leaves not behind him a scrap for a mouse;
While he wears funny clothes
And expresses odd oaths,
And goes prying about from dust-bin to dung-heap
With the longest of noses,
And gathers all cheap;
For a sharp eye to picking has miserly Moses.
This is Moses the Jew,
Whom his Miriam knew
While she lived as his wife as the meanest of masters;
For a fresh frock to him
Was the chief of disasters,
And the milk that she purchased was bound to be skim;
Yes, a bonnet a year
He considered too dear,
And a ribbon he thought was a terrible sin;
He was dead against roses,
And counted each pin;
Ah, a cheese-paring would not be wasted with Moses.
Whom his Miriam knew
While she lived as his wife as the meanest of masters;
For a fresh frock to him
Was the chief of disasters,
And the milk that she purchased was bound to be skim;
Yes, a bonnet a year
He considered too dear,
And a ribbon he thought was a terrible sin;
He was dead against roses,
And counted each pin;
Ah, a cheese-paring would not be wasted with Moses.
This is Moses the Jew,
And a singular view
He presents to the Gentiles to whom he's a stranger;
And he scents a good job
As the ox does the manger,
But whatever his bargains he whines that they rob,
And procure him no gain
Beyond losses and pain;
And a dozen old hats on the top of his head
Give the queerest of poses,
He turns stones into bread,
But none ever saw sign of contentment in Moses.
And a singular view
He presents to the Gentiles to whom he's a stranger;
And he scents a good job
As the ox does the manger,
But whatever his bargains he whines that they rob,
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Beyond losses and pain;
And a dozen old hats on the top of his head
Give the queerest of poses,
He turns stones into bread,
But none ever saw sign of contentment in Moses.
This is Moses the Jew,
With his garments askew
And his beard at an awful preposterous angle;
For a farthing less cost
He will higgle and wrangle,
And (if winner) vow all his labour is lost;
But he softens his tone
Not for lucre alone,
But for widows and orphans to whom he expands
And affection discloses,
As scripture commands;
Though to every one else he is skinflint old Moses.
With his garments askew
And his beard at an awful preposterous angle;
For a farthing less cost
He will higgle and wrangle,
And (if winner) vow all his labour is lost;
But he softens his tone
Not for lucre alone,
But for widows and orphans to whom he expands
And affection discloses,
As scripture commands;
Though to every one else he is skinflint old Moses.
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