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A member of The Lazy Society

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miltineeee 3 Hh i a leg a Trt ő SS) ates = l | 4 pte hat | i {yt Tg AN er —— SOS Hy == ally ee I od Ss i i A MEMBER | OF THE : This world it’s hard to go thro’, With the ups and downs considering, : Some folks have some notions in view, | But I once had industrious ways, But now I can live at my ease, Since I joined the new Lazy Society. When first I enter’d to know what to do, To rise early I always was willing sir; But if 1 get up before two 1 was just down, For the sign of a balling, sir. The other day as 1 spoke to Jack Cane, About the blessing attending sobriety ; Because against a lamp post, ; 1 did not lean 1 was fined by the society. No. those lines they lay heavy on me, _ So l resolved to sir no more ; Mywife and my whole family lay snooring, ‘In bed till dinner hour. e For soap in the house is ne’er seen, And the house is both dirty and rigidy— It’s six months since my face it wasclean, That’s a principal rule in society. Each day when my dinner is done, Pm too lazy to stretch out my claw for it; Its put in my mouth by my son, And my wife she sits wagging my jaw at it. I’m too lazy to step down for cloths | have. A variety in my hat 1 have not a crown; I’m an ornament to the society. 1 gave my son Bobby a shilling To go out and bring in some pea-soup for it, When down in the channel it drop’t, And the rascal was too lazy to stoo He gave it a kick with his toe, 5 This—an ofsuch great impropriety ; When do ‘shore it did drop, Saying that’s sinking the joys of the so My wife of who | use’d to brag, She has turned out a regular fiddler My clothes she has let go to rags, . And she says 1’m toe lazy to cudgel her. As 1 sit by the fire alone, the sparks from the grate they do fly at me. But let them burn me to the bone _, Why should | disgrace the society. those my woes they daily pass o’er, lam tired of the house I’m living in: lliein bedallthe day, — . rill 1 come home to sing in the evening. But 1 hope you won t cry out score, For songs | have a variety— ee For ldare not come here any more, Then s sta " Ana Her de Whi thr Her sil She did Oh, E For pla Then si he:

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