THE BAD SQUIRE.
135
'You may tire of the jail and the workhouse,
And take to allotments and schools,
But you've run up a debt that will never
Be paid us by penny-club rules.
And take to allotments and schools,
But you've run up a debt that will never
Be paid us by penny-club rules.
'In the season of shame and sadness,
In the dark and dreary day,
When scrofula, gout, and madness
Are eating your race away;
In the dark and dreary day,
When scrofula, gout, and madness
Are eating your race away;
'When to kennels and liveried varlets
You have cast your daughter's bread,
And, worn out with liquor and harlots,
Your heir at your feet lies dead;
You have cast your daughter's bread,
And, worn out with liquor and harlots,
Your heir at your feet lies dead;
'When your youngest, the mealy-mouthed rector,
Lets your soul rot asleep to the grave,
You will find in your God the protector
Of the freeman you fancied your slave.'
Lets your soul rot asleep to the grave,
You will find in your God the protector
Of the freeman you fancied your slave.'
