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Some are born with a wooden spoon in their mouths	A
and some with a golden ladle GOLDSMITH	B
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Some are born with tin rings in their noses and	C
with silver ones SILVERSMITH	B
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Who ruined me ere I was born	D
Sold every acre grass or corn	D
And left the next heir all forlorn	D
My Grandfather	E
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Who said my mother was no nurse	F
And physicked me and made me worse	F
Till infancy became a curse	F
My Grandmother	E
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Who left me in my seventh year	G
A comfort to my mother dear	G
And Mr Pope the overseer	E
My Father	E
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Who let me starve to buy her gin	H
Till all my bones came through my skin	H
Then called me ugly little sin	H
My Mother	E
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Who said my mother was a Turk	I
And took me home and made me work	I
But managed half my meals to shirk	I
My Aunt	J
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Who of all earthly things would boast	K
He hated others' brats the most	K
And therefore made me feel my post	K
My Uncle	L
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Who got in scrapes an endless score	M
And always laid them at my door	M
Till many a bitter bang I bore	M
My Cousin	N
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Who took me home when mother died	O
Again with father to reside	O
Black shoes clean knives run far and wide	O
My Stepmother	E
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Who marred my stealthy urchin joys	P
And when I played cried What a noise	P
Girls always hector over boys	P
My Sister	E
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Who used to share in what was mine	Q
Or took it all did he incline	Q
'Cause I was eight and he was nine	Q
My Brother	E
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Who stroked my head and said Good lad	R
And gave me sixpence all he had	R
But at the stall the coin was bad	R
My Godfather	E
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Who gratis shared my social glass	S
But when misfortune came to pass	S
Referr'd me to the pump Alas	S
My Friend	T
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Through all this weary world in brief	U
Who ever sympathized with grief	U
Or shared my joy my sole relief	U
Myself	V

Thomas Hood

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