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I who was always counted they say	A
Rather a bad stick any way	A
Splintered all over with dodges and tricks	B
Known as the worst of the Deacon's six	B
I the truant saucy and bold	C
The one black sheep in my father's fold	C
Once on a time as the stories say	A
Went over the hill on a winter's day	A
Over the hill to the poor house	D
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Tom could save what twenty could earn	E
But givin' was somethin' he ne'er would learn	E
Isaac could half o' the Scriptur's speak	F
Committed a hundred verses a week	F
Never forgot an' never slipped	G
But Honor thy father and mother he skipped	G
So over the hill to the poor house	D
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As for Susan her heart was kind	H
An' good what there was of it mind	H
Nothin' too big an' nothin' too nice	I
Nothin' she wouldn't sacrifice	I
For one she loved an' that 'ere one	J
Was herself when all was said an' done	J
An' Charley an' 'Becca meant well no doubt	K
But any one could pull 'em about	K
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An' all o' our folks ranked well you see	L
Save one poor fellow and that was me	L
An' when one dark an' rainy night	M
A neighbor's horse went out o' sight	M
They hitched on me as the guilty chap	N
That carried one end o' the halter strap	N
An' I think myself that view of the case	O
Wasn't altogether out o' place	O
My mother denied it as mothers do	P
But I am inclined to believe 'twas true	P
Though for me one thing might be said	Q
That I as well as the horse was led	Q
And the worst of whisky spurred me on	R
Or else the deed would have never been done	J
But the keenest grief I ever felt	S
Was when my mother beside me knelt	S
An' cried an' prayed till I melted down	T
As I wouldn't for half the horses in town	T
I kissed her fondly then an' there	U
An' swore henceforth to be honest and square	U
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I served my sentence a bitter pill	V
Some fellows should take who never will	V
And then I decided to go out West	W
Concludin' 'twould suit my health the best	W
Where how I prospered I never could tell	X
But Fortune seemed to like we me well	X
An' somehow every vein I struck	Y
Was always bubblin' over with luck	Y
An' better than that I was steady an' true	P
An' put my good resolutions through	P
But I wrote to a trusty old neighbor an' said	Q
You tell 'em old fellow that I am dead	Q
An' died a Christian 'twill please 'em more	Z
Than if I had lived the same as before	Z
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But when this neighbor he wrote to me	L
Your mother's in the poor house says he	L
I had a resurrection straightway	A
An' started for her that very day	A
And when I arrived where I was grown	A2
I took good care that I shouldn't be known	A2
But I bought the old cottage through and through	P
Of some one Charley had sold it to	P
And held back neither work nor gold	C
To fix it up as it was of old	C
The same big fire place wide an' high	B2
Flung up its cinders toward the sky	B2
The old clock ticked on the corner shelf	C2
I wound it an' set it agoin' myself	C2
An' if every thing wasn't just the same	D2
Neither I nor money was to blame	D2
Then over the hill to the poor house	D
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One blowin' blusterin' winter's day	A
With a team an' cutter I started away	A
My fiery nags was as black as coal	E2
They some'at resembled the horse I stole	E2
I hitched an' entered the poor house door	Z
A poor old woman was scrubbin' the floor	Z
She rose to her feet in great surprise	F2
And looked quite startled into my eyes	F2
I saw the whole of her trouble's trace	O
In the lines that marred her dear old face	O
Mother I shouted your sorrows is done	J
You're adopted along o' your horse thief son	J
Come over the hill from the poor house	D
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She didn't faint she knelt by my side	G2
An' thanked the Lord till I fairly cried	G2
An' maybe our ride wasn't pleasant an' gay	A
An' maybe she wasn't wrapped up that day	A
An' maybe our cottage wasn't warm an' bright	M
An' maybe it wasn't a pleasant sight	M
To see her a gettin' the evenin's tea	L
An' frequently stoppin' and kissin' me	L
An' maybe we didn't live happy for years	H2
In spite of my brothers' and sisters' sneers	H2
Who often said as I have heard	I2
That they wouldn't own a prison bird	I2
Though they're gettin' over that I guess	J2
For all of 'em owe me more or less	J2
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But I've learned one thing an' it cheers a man	K2
In always a doin' the best he can	K2
That whether on the big book a blot	L2
Gets over a fellow's name or not	L2
Whenever he does a deed that's white	M
It's credited to him fair and right	M
An' when you hear the great bugle's notes	M2
An' the Lord divides his sheep an' goats	M2
However they may settle my case	O
Wherever they may fix my place	O
My good old Christian mother you'll see	L
Will be sure to stand right up for me	L
With over the hill from the poor house	D
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