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YOUNG GRIMES.
Old Grimes is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
But he has left a son, who bears
The name that old Grimes bore.
We ne'er shall see him more;
But he has left a son, who bears
The name that old Grimes bore.
He wears a coat of latest cut,
His hat is new and gay;
He cannot bear to view distress,
So turns from it away.
His hat is new and gay;
He cannot bear to view distress,
So turns from it away.
His pants are gaiters, fitting snug
O'er patent-leather shoes;
His hair is by a barber curled;
He smokes cigars, and chews.
O'er patent-leather shoes;
His hair is by a barber curled;
He smokes cigars, and chews.
A chain of massive gold is borne
Above his flashy vest;
His clothes are better, every day,
Than were old Grimes's best.
Above his flashy vest;
His clothes are better, every day,
Than were old Grimes's best.
He wears a gold watch in his fob,
From it hang golden seals;
He daily drives around the town
Behind a horse's heels.
From it hang golden seals;
He daily drives around the town
Behind a horse's heels.
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In fashion's courts he constant walks,
Where he delight doth shed;
His hands are white and very soft,
But softer is his head.
Where he delight doth shed;
His hands are white and very soft,
But softer is his head.
He 's six feet tall, no post more straight,
His teeth are pearly white;
In habits he is sometimes loose,
And sometimes very tight.
His teeth are pearly white;
In habits he is sometimes loose,
And sometimes very tight.
His manners are of sweetest grace,
His voice of softest tone;
His diamond pin 's the very one
That old Grimes used to own.
His voice of softest tone;
His diamond pin 's the very one
That old Grimes used to own.
His jetty hair conceals his mouth,
His whiskers hide his cheek;
He has an aunt of Christian mould,
Of temper mild and meek.
His whiskers hide his cheek;
He has an aunt of Christian mould,
Of temper mild and meek.
A dickey tall adorns his face,
His neck a scarf of blue;
He sometimes goes to church, for change,
And sleeps in Grimes's pew.
His neck a scarf of blue;
He sometimes goes to church, for change,
And sleeps in Grimes's pew.
He sports the fastest “crab” in town,
Is always quick to bet;
He never knows who 's President,
But thinks “old Tip” 's in yet.
Is always quick to bet;
He never knows who 's President,
But thinks “old Tip” 's in yet.
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He dissipates the cash most free,
Is lavish as the air;
I grieve to hear, from those who know,
That sometimes he will swear.
Is lavish as the air;
I grieve to hear, from those who know,
That sometimes he will swear.
He has drunk wines of every kind,
And liquors cold and hot;
Young Grimes, in short, is just that sort
Of man Old Grimes was not.
And liquors cold and hot;
Young Grimes, in short, is just that sort
Of man Old Grimes was not.
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