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OLD SARAH.
With haggard eye and wrinkled face,
Old Sarah goes with tottering pace,
From door to door to beg;
With gipsy hat and tatter'd gown,
And petticoat of rusty brown,
And many-colour'd leg.
Old Sarah goes with tottering pace,
From door to door to beg;
With gipsy hat and tatter'd gown,
And petticoat of rusty brown,
And many-colour'd leg.
No blazing fire, no cheerful home—
She goes forlorn anout to roam,
While winds and tempests blow:
And every traveller passing by,
She follows with a doleful cry
Of poverty and woe.
She goes forlorn anout to roam,
While winds and tempests blow:
And every traveller passing by,
She follows with a doleful cry
Of poverty and woe.
But see! her arm no basket bears,
With laces gay, and wooden wares,
And garters blue and red;
To stroll about and drink her gin,
She loves far better than to spin,
Or work to earn her bread.
With laces gay, and wooden wares,
And garters blue and red;
To stroll about and drink her gin,
She loves far better than to spin,
Or work to earn her bread.
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Old Sarah everybody knows,
Nor is she pitied as she goes—
A melancholy sight.
For people do not like to give
Relief to those who idle live,
And work not when they might.
Nor is she pitied as she goes—
A melancholy sight.
For people do not like to give
Relief to those who idle live,
And work not when they might.
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