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THE MALINGERER
Yet you dih-ya ’douten use,
Only formin’ like de juice;
An’ dem caan’ see, se’p me king,
Dat you ’pon malingering.
Ef a money you dah sabe,
Better min’ de open grabe[1]:
T’enk God! new rule come te-day,
Hospital bud gets no pay.
Me wi’ really beat de eight,
But you mark me wud—an’ wait!
Your time’s comin’ soon—don’t doubt—
When you’ll also be kicked out.
- ↑ Although you are saving messing expenses, etc., yet you may catch “hospital sick” (sickness) and die of it; and then of what use is your money?
