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There are three ways in which men take	A
One s money from his purse	B
And very hard it is to tell	C
Which of the three is worse	B
But all of them are bad enough	D
To make a body curse	B
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You re riding out some pleasant day	E
And counting up your gains	F
A fellow jumps from out a bush	G
And takes your horse s reins	F
Another hints some words about	H
A bullet in your brains	F
	-
It s hard to meet such pressing friends	I
In such a lonely spot	J
It s very hard to lose your cash	K
But harder to be shot	J
And so you take your wallet out	H
Though you would rather not	J
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Perhaps you re going out to dine	L
Some odious creature begs	M
You ll hear about the cannon ball	N
That carried off his pegs	M
And says it is a dreadful thing	O
For men to lose their legs	M
	-
He tells you of his starving wife	P
His children to be fed	Q
Poor little lovely innocents	R
All clamorous for bread	Q
And so you kindly help to put	S
A bachelor to bed	Q
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You re sitting on your window seat	T
Beneath a cloudless moon	U
You hear a sound that seems to wear	V
The semblance of a tune	U
As if a broken fife should strive	W
To drown a cracked bassoon	U
	-
And nearer nearer still the tide	X
Of music seems to come	Y
There s something like a human voice	Z
And something like a drum	Y
You sit in speechless agony	A2
Until your ear is numb	Y
	-
Poor home sweet home should seem to be	A2
A very dismal place	B2
Your auld acquaintance all at once	C2
Is altered in the face	B2
Their discords sting through Burns and Moore	D2
Like hedgehogs dressed in lace	B2
	-
You think they are crusaders sent	E2
From some infernal clime	Y
To pluck the eyes of Sentiment	F2
And dock the tail of Rhyme	Y
To crack the voice of Melody	A2
And break the legs of Time	Y
	-
But hark the air again is still	G2
The music all is ground	H2
And silence like a poultice comes	I2
To heal the blows of sound	H2
It cannot be it is it is	J2
A hat is going round	H2
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No Pay the dentist when he leaves	K2
A fracture in your jaw	L2
And pay the owner of the bear	V
That stunned you with his paw	L2
And buy the lobster that has had	M2
Your knuckles in his claw	L2
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But if you are a portly man	N2
Put on your fiercest frown	O2
And talk about a constable	P2
To turn them out of town	O2
Then close your sentence with an oath	Q2
And shut the window down	O2
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And if you are a slender man	N2
Not big enough for that	R2
Or if you cannot make a speech	S2
Because you are a flat	R2
Go very quietly and drop	T2
A button in the hat	R2

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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