There's a funny old tale of a stingy man,
Who was none too good, though he might have been worse;
Who went to church on a Sunday night,
And carried along his well-filled purse.
When the sexton came with his begging plate,
The church was but dim with the candles' light;
The stingy man fumbled all through his purse,
And chose a coin by touch, and not sight.
It's an odd thing now that guineas be
So like unto pennies in shape and size,
"I'll give a penny," the stingy man said;
"The poor must not gifts of pennies despise."
The penny fell down with a clatter and ring;
And back in his seat leaned the stingy man,
"The world is so full of the poor," he thought,
"I can't help them all—I give what I can."
Ha, ha! How the sexton smiled to be sure,
To see the gold guinea fall into his plate;
Ha, ha! How the stingy man's heart was wrung,
Perceiving his blunder, but just too late!
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The Penny Ye Meant to Gi'e