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There was a rich old gentleman	A
Lived on a lonely moor in Switzerland	B
And he was very hard to the wandering poor	C
'Tis said he never lodged nor served them at his door	D
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'Twas on a stormy night and Boreas blew a bitter blast	E
And the snowflakes they fell thick and fast	E
When a poor old mendicant tired and footsore	D
Who had travelled that day fifteen miles and more	D
Knocked loudly at the rich man's door	D
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The rich man was in his parlour counting his gold	F
And he ran to the door to see who was so bold	F
And there he saw the mendicant shivering with the cold	F
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Then the mendicant unto him said	G
My dear sir be not afraid	H
Pray give me lodgings for the night	I
And heaven will your love requite	I
Have pity on me for I am tired and footsore	D
I have travelled fifteen miles to day and more	D
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Begone you vagabond from my door	D
I never give lodgings to the poor	D
So be off take to your heels and run	A
Or else I'll shoot you with my gun	A
Now do not think I'm making fun	A
Do you hear old beggar what I say	J
Now be quick and go away	J
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Have mercy sir I cannot go	K
For I shall perish in the snow	K
Oh for heaven's sake be not so hard	I
And God will your love reward	I
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My limbs are tired I cannot go away	J
Oh be so kind as let me stay	J
'Twas vain the rich man said I shan't	I
And shut his door on the mendicant	I
And said That is the way I'll serve the poor	D
While I live on this lonely moor	D
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Then the old mendicant did go away	J
And murmuring to himself did say	J
Oh woe's me that ever I was born	L
Oh God protect me from the storm	M
My feeble limbs refuse to go	K
And my poor heart does break with woe	K
Then he lay down and died among the snow	K
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He was found by the rich man's shepherd next day	J
While he was searching for sheep that had gone astray	J
And he was struck with fear and woe	K
To see the body lying dead among the snow	K
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So the shepherd ran home and told his master	D
About the very sad disaster	D
That he had found a dead body in the snow	K
But whose it was he did not know	K
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Then the rich man ordered the body to be brought to his house	N
And to be instantly dressed by his loving spouse	N
For his conscience smote him with fear and woe	K
When he heard of the old mendicant being found dead in the snow	K
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So the poor old mendicant was buried without delay	J
In a very respectable way	J
And from that very day the rich man was kind to the poor	D
And never turned any one away from his door	D

William Topaz Mcgonagall

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