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FRED AND BILL	A
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Two twins were once born in a Bedfordshire home	B
Such events in the best managed households may come	C
Tho' as Tomkins remarked in a voice rather gruff	D
One child at a time for poor folks is enough	D
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But it couldn't be helped so his wife did her best	E
The children were always respectably drest	E
Went early to school were put early to bed	E
And had plenty of taters and bacon and bread	E
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Now we all should suppose that the two being twins	F
Resembled each other as much as two pins	F
But no they as little resembled each other	G
As the man in the moon is a man and a brother	G
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Fred's eyes were dark brown and his hair was jet black	H
He was supple in body and straight in the back	H
Learnt his lessons without any trouble at all	I
And was lively intelligent comely and tall	I
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But Willy was thick set and freckled and fair	J
Had eyes of light blue and short curly red hair	J
And as I should like you the whole truth to know	K
The schoolmaster thought him decidedly slow	K
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But the Parson who often came into the school	L
Had discovered that Willy was far from a fool	L
And that tho' he was not very quick in his pace	M
In the end slow and steady would win in the race	M
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Years passed Fred grew idle and peevish and queer	N
Took to skittles bad language tobacco and beer	N
Grew tired of his work when it scarce was begun	O
Was Jack of all trades and the master of none	O
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He began as a labourer then was a clerk	P
Drove a hansom in London by way of a lark	Q
Enlisted deserted and finally fled	E
Abroad and was thought by his friends to be dead	E
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But Willy meanwhile was content with his lot	E
He was slow but he always was found on the spot	E
He wasted no money on skittles and ale	R
But put by his pence when he could without fail	R
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To the Penny Bank weekly his savings he took	S
And soon had a pretty round sum in his book	S
No miser was he but he thought it sound sense	T
In the days of his youth to put by a few pence	T
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And so he got on he was no millionaire	J
But he always had money enough and to spare	J
Could help a poor friend pay his rent and his rate	E
And always put silver at church in the plate	E
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His brother meantime who was thought to be dead	E
Had across the Atlantic to Canada fled	E
Then had gone to New York then New Zealand had tried	E
But always had failed thro' perverseness and pride	E
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He might have done well but wherever he went	E
As soon as his money came in it was spent	E
As of old he tried all trades and prospered in none	O
For he thought that hard work was a poor sort of fun	O
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Then he heard of the diggings and there tried his luck	U
He was never deficient in smartness and pluck	U
And by means of some work and more luck in a year	N
He managed to make fifteen hundred pounds clear	N
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Then he thought of old England and Bedfordshire chums	V
So back to his parish in triumph he comes	V
And need I remark he found many a friend	E
Right willing to help him his nuggets to spend	E
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He turned up his nose at his poor brother Bill	A
Who was always content to be plodding up hill	A
Hard work he disliked he despised peace and quiet	E
So he spent all his time and his money in riot	E
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There was never a horse race but Fred he was there	J
He went to each meet meeting marker and fair	J
In a few words his candle he burnt to the socket	E
Till he found one fine day not a rap in His pocket	E
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Then his poor brother Bill came and lent him a hand	E
Gave him work and a share of his own bit of land	E
If he means to keep steady I cannot surmise	W
Let us hope that at length Fred has learnt to be wise	W
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But one thing is plain if you mean to get on	X
You will find that success must by patience be won	O
In the battle of life do not trust to your luck	U
But to honest hard work perseverance and pluck	U
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Don't turn up your nose at a hard working chap	Y
For pride soon or later must meet with mishap	Y
And wherever your lot in the world may be cast	E
Slow and steady goes safer than foolish and fast	E
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Take warning by Fred and avoid for a friend	E
The man who would tempt you your savings to spend	E
Don't waste your spare money in riotous pranks	Z
But put it in Penny or Post office Banks	Z

Edward Woodley Bowling

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