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    A NEW SONG CALLED THE
       PUBLICAN'S LAMENT

As I was walking up Pim co ay
A publican's, wife I heard sorely complain
In a mournful accent these words d d explain
I'm pinng in anguish this fortnigot
For norter or whiskey we are getting no call
I fear th re's no use in house keepmg at all
The most of my th ngs I have stuck in t e pawn
I fear I can never release them

Since Father died it was easy for me
To at to our breakfast bread ulter and tea         
While the poor drunkard's children were iu p verty
And I speudiug their fathers earning,
I had servants to wait for a rap iu he hall.
And quarters of beef coming in rom the stall
My pocket-hook ready at every call,
But alas now my pocket is empty

Before Father Mack began temperance I h d mony
to spare
F t beef in my pot, free from trou le or dare
A large crinoline in the fashion i d we r
And all by the drunkard's expense             
Inside my shop window th re bung a fine a reeu,
The like with my mo'her I never hate seen
A two-arm chair that was fit for the queen
And every thing that that I wanted

When down to the well with my friends I could
To skip like a lady the time passed away
To inhale the fr sh breese of the water
My husband in fashion could dress like a squire
With his watch in his fob and his shi s by the fire
A lone pipe in his gob without pension or care
And all by the poor drunkarde wages

It grieven me to see those man passing my door
Well clad that was n ked and tattered borerc
Running to me for a uoggin in score
before the delig t in the morning
Now to my grief I am sorry to say
Those too isn to a left me this many a long day
Its from me like the am of the of the sen
Which me alas to mourning

She cries w eu she looke a her black book secount
Of delite that were Entered to a certain mount
That no never wil get or the sight of discount
The tune she had for her danghter
She swor on her o th ba she'd ther be dead
Than eating the I mpers inst ad of go d read
Her Bt mack is week there's a pain in her head
Since the go the tea in the morning

Now to conclude and to nnish my ag
An advice I would give give
But a cup of tea aud a ak in the pan
For the price of this iskev and port r
Believe me for truth from dr k ven e rain
Your children and w can walk out ne
You know that our p y often have deni ed
And your doo n at the end s the

P. Brereton Printer L Street.