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I love a man who'll smile and joke	A
When with misfortune crowned	B
Who'll pun beneath a pauper's yoke	A
And as he breaks his daily toke	A
Conundrums gay propound	B
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Just such a man was Bernaqrd Jupp	C
He scoffed at Fortune's frown	D
He gaily drained his bitter cup	C
Though Fortune often threw him up	C
It never cast him down	D
	-
Though years their share of sorrow bring	A
We know that far above	E
All other griefs are griefs that spring	A
From some misfortune happening	A
To those we really love	E
	-
E'en sorrow for another's woe	F
Our BERNARD failed to quell	G
Though by this special form of blow	F
No person ever suffered so	F
Or bore his grief so well	G
	-
His father wealthy and well clad	H
And owning house and park	A
Lost every halfpenny he had	H
And then became extremely sad	H
A poor attorney's clerk	A
	-
All sons it surely would appal	G
Except the passing meek	A
To see a father lose his all	G
And from an independence fall	G
To one pound ten a week	A
	-
But JUPP shook off this sorrow's weight	I
And like a Christian son	J
Proved Poverty a happy fate	I
Proved Wealth to be a devil's bait	I
To lure poor sinners on	K
	-
With other sorrows Bernard coped	L
For sorrows came in packs	M
His cousins with their housemaids sloped	L
His uncles forged his aunts eloped	L
His sisters married blacks	M
	-
But BERNARD far from murmuring	A
Exemplar friends to us	N
Determined to his faith to cling	A
He made the best of everything	A
And argued softly thus	N
	-
'Twere harsh my uncles' forging knack	A
Too rudely to condemn	O
My aunts repentant may come back	A
And blacks are nothing like as black	A
As people colour them	O
	-
Still Fate with many a sorrow rife	P
Maintained relentless fight	L
His grandmamma next lost her life	P
Then died the mother of his wife	P
But still he seemed all right	L
	-
His brother fond the only link	A
To life that bound him now	Q
One morning overcome by drink	A
He broke his leg the right I think	A
In some disgraceful row	F
	-
But did my Bernard swear and curse	R
Oh no to murmur loth	S
He only said Go get a nurse	R
Be thankful that it isn't worse	R
You might have broken both	T
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But worms who watch without concern	U
The cockchafer on thorns	V
Or beetles smashed themselves will turn	U
If walking through the slippery fern	U
You tread upon their corns	V
	-
One night as Bernard made his track	A
Through Brompton home to bed	L
A footpad with a vizor black	A
Took watch and purse and dealt a crack	A
On BERNARD'S saint like head	L
	-
It was too much his spirit rose	W
He looked extremely cross	X
Men thought him steeled to mortal foes	W
But no he bowed to countless blows	W
But kicked against this loss	X
	-
He finally made up his mind	L
Upon his friends to call	G
Subscription lists were largely signed	L
For men were really glad to find	L
Him mortal after all	G

William Schwenck Gilbert

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