Superman by Unknown
The Poor Man
O poor man, O poor man come tell unto me true;
How you maintain your family and how you carry them
through;
How you maintain your family when most of them are
small,
And nothing but your labour to maintain then all.
'Tis sometimes I do reap and sometimes I do sow,
Sometimes hedging, sometimes ditching, such work I
often do;
There's nothing comes amiss to me, I harrow and I plow,
I maintain my family by sweat of my brow.
Early in the morning, l'm always of good cheer,
With a flail in my hand and a bottle of good beer;
A flail in my hand and a bottle of good beer,
I live as happy as those worth ten thousand a year.
My wife she's always willing to hall [sic] in the yoke,
We live like lambs together, and we never do provoke;
Altho' it may be possible that we do now live poor,
Yet we can feed the beggars that come to our door.
When I come home at nignt, su weary then I be,
Then I take up my youngest child and dance it on my
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