NOT ONE TO SPARE.
Oh, yes, I know I am poor, ma'am, And work very hard by the day;And then I have so many children, 'T is all very true, as you say.Then clothing and food for so many Mount up in a month—that is so;But then—I dare say, I am foolish— I could not let one of them go.
There 's Jimmie—that lad in the corner,— He 's just turning into fourteen;And quick with his figures he is, ma'am, The smartest boy ever you seen.And Jimmie is doing right well now, For one of his size, so to speak,He 's running of errands at Johnson's, And brings me three dollars a week.
That 's Jessie—she 's my little woman,— And when I go out by the day
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