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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 119 |
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THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER
FRIEND OF HUMANITY
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EEDY Knife-grinder ! whither are you going ? Rough is the road; your wheel is out of order— Bleak blows the blast; your hat has got a hole in't. So have your breeches !
Weary Knife-grinder ! little think the proud ones Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike Road, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissors to grind O ! "
Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives ? Did some rich man tyrannically use you ? Was it some squire ? or parson of the parish ? Or the attorney ?
Was it the squire, for killing of his game ? or Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining ? Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit ?
Have you not read the "Rights of Man," by Tom
Paine ? Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, Ready ta fall, as soon as you have told your Pitiful story. |
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