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INVENTORY OF A DRUNKARD.
A hut of logs without a door,
Minus a roof and ditto floor;
A clapboard cupboard without crocks,
Nine children without shoes or frocks;
A wife that has not any bonnet
With ribbon bows and strings upon it,
Scolding and wishing to be dead,
Because she has not any bread.
Minus a roof and ditto floor;
A clapboard cupboard without crocks,
Nine children without shoes or frocks;
A wife that has not any bonnet
With ribbon bows and strings upon it,
Scolding and wishing to be dead,
Because she has not any bread.
A teakettle without a spout,
A meat-cask with the bottom out,
A “comfort” with the cotton gone,
And not a bed to put it on.
A handle without any axe,
A hatchel without wool or flax;
A potlid and a wagon-hub,
And two ears of a washing-tub;
Three broken plates of different kinds,
Some mackerel tails and bacon-rinds;
A table without leaves or legs,
One chair, and half a dozen pegs,
One oaken keg with hoops of brass,
One tumbler of dark-green glass;
A fiddle without any strings,
A gunstock, and two turkey wings.
A meat-cask with the bottom out,
A “comfort” with the cotton gone,
And not a bed to put it on.
A handle without any axe,
A hatchel without wool or flax;
A potlid and a wagon-hub,
And two ears of a washing-tub;
Three broken plates of different kinds,
Some mackerel tails and bacon-rinds;
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One chair, and half a dozen pegs,
One oaken keg with hoops of brass,
One tumbler of dark-green glass;
A fiddle without any strings,
A gunstock, and two turkey wings.
O readers of this inventory,
Take warning by its graphic story;
For little any man expects,
Who wears good shirts with buttons in 'em,
Ever to put on cotton checks,
And only have brass pins to pin 'em!
'T is, remember, little stitches
Keep the rent from growing great;
When you can't tell beds from ditches,
Warning words will be too late.
Take warning by its graphic story;
For little any man expects,
Who wears good shirts with buttons in 'em,
Ever to put on cotton checks,
And only have brass pins to pin 'em!
'T is, remember, little stitches
Keep the rent from growing great;
When you can't tell beds from ditches,
Warning words will be too late.
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