Young Swell and Tramp

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Young Swell and Tramp

One day a youth full of conceit,

With witty tramp he chanced to meet,

As he was taking walk abroad

So leisurely along the road.

The tramp well knew the stylish gent

Wouid have hard work to raise a cent,

But a sad tale the tramp did tell

Of sorrows that had him befell.

While on the road he thus did stand

And humbly held his hat in hand;

Great eloquence he did employ,

He said he was poor orphan boy.

From labor he would never shirk,

But would be happy to get work,

For his family the bread winner,

But none of them had their dinner.

And some whole days would go past

Wherein they never broke their fast,

So pray now give me some relief

And help for to assuage my grief.

Said swell, “I never take a load

Of money with me when abroad,

For to dispense to tramps on street,

When I by chance with them do meet.

This speech for moment did not damp

The ardor of the witty tramp;

Said he, “Give me your card to call,

And visit your manorial hall.”