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.


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