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First Old Man	A
He threw his crutched stick down there came	B
Into his face the anger flame	B
And he spoke viciously of one	C
Who thwarted him his son s son	C
He turned his head away I hate	D
Absurdity of language prate	D
From growing fellows We d not stay	D
About the house the whole of a day	D
When we were young	E
Keeping no job and giving tongue	E
Not us in troth We would not come	F
For bit or sup but stay from home	G
If we gave answers or we d creep	H
Back to the house and in we d peep	H
Just like a corncrake	E
My grandson and his comrades take	E
A piece of coal from you from me	I
A log or sod of turf maybe	I
And in some empty place they ll light	D
A fire and stay there all night	D
A wisp of lads Now understand	D
The blades of grass under my hand	D
Would be destroyed by company	I
There s no good company we go	E
With what is lowest to the low	E
He stays up late and how can he	I
Rise early Sure he lags in bed	D
And she is worn to a thread	D
With calling him his grandmother	J
She s an old woman and she must make	E
Stir when the birds are half awake	E
In dread he d lose this job like the other	J
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Second Old Man	A
They brought yon fellow over here	K
And set him up for an overseer	J
Though men from work are turned away	D
That thick necked fellow draws full pay	D
Three pounds a week They let burn down	L
The timber yard behind the town	L
Where work was good though firemen stand	D
In boots and brasses big and grand	D
The crow of a cock away from the place	M
And with the yard they let burn too	D
The clock in the tower the clock I knew	D
As well as I know the look in my face	M
Third Old Man	A
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The fellow you spoke of has broken his bounds	N
He came to skulk inside of these grounds	N
Behind the bushes he lay down	L
And stretched full hours in the sun	C
He rises now and like a crane	O
He looks abroad He s off again	P
Three pounds a week and still he owes	Q
Money in every street he goes	Q
Hundreds of pounds where we d not get	D
The second shilling of a debt	D
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First Old Man	A
Old age has every impediment	D
Vexation and discontent	D
The rich have more than we for bit	D
The cut of bread and over it	D
The scrape of hog s lard and for sup	R
Warm water in a cup	R
But different sorts of feeding breaks	S
The body more than fasting does	T
With pains and aches	S
I m not too badly off for I	U
Have pipe and tobacco a place to lie	U
A nook to myself but from my hand	D
Is taken the strength to back command	D
I m broken and there s gone from me	I
The privilege of authority	I
I heard them speak	E
The old men heavy on the sod	D
Letting their angers come	F
Between them and the thought of God	D

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