Lives of rich men oft remind us Woe could make our lives like theirs, And departing leave behind us, Lawsuits to involve our heirs, Tae Lawyer.
Mary, Mary, quite. contrary, How does your garden grow? "Please, sir, my money's spent, And the landlord's raised the rent, And I really do not know."
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Now I know just what you are! Shining faintly in the night, You're H.C.L, gone out of sight:
Sing a song of tin fords, A pocket full of taels. A tenants' pie of landlords—Listen to their wails!
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.