GOMI� SONGS, ?r? A subject which I now have pat Just at my fmget?' ends, The world it is a bag of naib, And some are very q?eer ones, And some are flats, and some ?ro And some are very dear ones. We've sprigs, and spikes, and sparubles, Some little, great, and small, sir, Some folks love nails with monstrous hea? ' And some love none at all, sir. The bachelor's & hob*nail, He rusts for want of use, sir, The misers, they're no nails at all, They're all a pack of screws, air. An enemy will get some clouts If here ?hey chance to roam, sir, For Yankee boys, hke hammers, will, Be sure to driv? them home, sir. The doctor nails you with his bill, Which often proves a sore nail, ? undertaker wishes you �As dead as any door-nail. You'll often find each agent To be nailing his employer; The lawyer nails his client, And the devil nails the lawyer. Dame Fortune is a brad-awl, And often does contrive it To make each nail go easily Where'er she please to drin? it. : Then, if I gain your kind applause For what I've sung or said, a/r, Then you'll admit that I have h? ' The right nail on the head, air.?
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