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My grandmother's chair

(34) My grandmother's chair

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              My Grandmother's

MY Grandmother she at the age of eighty three,
One day in May was taken ill and died,
And after she was dead, the w course was read,
By a lawyer, as we all stood by b side ;
To my brother it was found, she had left a hundred
The same unto my sister I decla
But when it came to me, the               said I see,
She has left to you her " Old hair."


And how they titter'd, chaff'd,
How my brother and sister laugh'd,
When they heard the lawyer declare
Granny had only left to me her Old Arm Chair.
I thought it hardly fair, still I said I did not care,
And in the evening took the ch r away,
The neighbours they me chaff , my brother at me
And said it will be useful John som day ;
When you settle down in life, find some girl to be your
You'll find it very handy I declare,
On a cold and frosty night, when the fire is burnin
You can th n sit in your old arm chair.
Chorus, &c.

What my brother said came true, for m a year or two,
Strange to say I settled down in married life ;
I first a girl did court and then the ring I bought,
Took her to church, and when she was my wife,
The old girl and me, were as happy as could be,
For when my work was over, I declare
I ne'er abroad would roam, but each night would stay a
And be seated in my old arm chair.
Chorus, &c.

One night the chair fell down, when I picked it up I
The seat had fallen out upon the floor
And there to my surprise, I saw before my eyes,
A lot of notes—two thousand pounds or more ;
When my brother heard of this, the follow I confess,
Went nearly mad with rage, and tore his hair,
But I only laughed at him, then said unto him Jem,
Don't you wish you had the old arm chair.
Chorus, &c.

And they rated me a vagabond,
For want of better clothes.
In the days when I was hard up
For want of food and fire,
I used to tie my shoes up,
With little bits of wire
When hudgry,cold cast on arock
And could not get a meal,
How oft I'd bəat the devil down,
For tempting me to steal.
In the days when I was hard up,
For furniture and duds,
Fullmany a summer night I'v held
Conversing with the bugs ;
I never faced them with a pike,
Or smashed them on the wal
I said the world w s wide enough
There's room enough for all.
In the days when I was hard up,
I used to lock my door,
For fear the landlady should say
You can lodge here no more ;
From my own back drawing room
About ten feet by six,
In the workhouse wall just
I've counted all the brick,
In the days when I was hard up,
I bowed my sprits down,
And often I've sought out a friend
To borrow half a crown ;
How ma y are there in the world,
Whose evils I can scan,
The shabby sute of toggery,
But eannot see the man.
In the days when I was hard up,
I found a blissful hope,
It's all thé poor man's heritage,
To keep him from the rope ;
But I've found a good old maxim
And this shall be my plan,
Altho I wear a ragged coat,
I'll wear it like a man.

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