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We eat beef and biscuit bread,
While on dainties you are fed,
Yet chearful work and sing:
When fighting hard, upon the yard,
I fell, and broke my sconce;
A ball whiz'd by, but what care I,
Why, a man can die but once.

(Speaking).
And without a doctor or sexton; but they don't want no wipe from me—for they send so many to their long homes, not to know how to go contented there themselves—but whenever they go, I doubt they won't sing

toll loll, &c.