Jack London The Worker and the Tramp Heaven bless you, my friend — You, the man who won't sweat; Here's a quarter to spend. If you did but mend, My job you would get; — Heaven bless you, my friend. — On you I depend For my work, don't forget; — Here's a quarter to spend. My hand I extend, For I love you, you bet: — Here's a quarter to spend. Ah! you comprehend That I owe a debt; Heaven bless you, my friend, Here's a quarter to spend. __________________________________________________________________________________________ К списку авторов К списку произведений