| O beggars, Why don't find you somethin' To your minds and hands engage? Don't know you that devil finds Workshop in an idle mind and hand? You look where the land is fertile to find And your abode erect. Or where the land is barren |
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| Your leave take you Don't you know that the Pigeons don't eat and dine With their owners when everything Is smooth and take their leave When their economy is in crisis? |
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| Oh slothful beggars! If everybody decides to be Beggars,from whom do we now beg? Doesn't this come to your minds readily? Make a change today! Thou beggars! |
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