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01 Apr

- Harry Kelly – When in Std VII

I am a poor country tramp
And have to wander from camp to camp
Over hill and dale and across the meadow
Traveling always along with my shadow.

Sometimes I get a penny or two
From a man who is well to do
Sometimes I get nothing at all
Because I don't work from break to fall!

Perhaps I'll try to get some work
And then my tramping I will shirk
But this I think I cannot do
For I have no luck in working too.
At night I sleep on a straw bed
In a garage or a shabby shed
This as you know is uncomfortable
 The straw underneath being unbearable.

In sleep I dream of being rich
And spending money at a great pitch
Though riches I think are not for     me
For I must live on charity.

If this dream of wealth did come true
I'd have enough for charity too
With plenty of-money to give away
 To poor children not happy or gay.

My clothes are sometimes pretty clean
And I think then they improve me demean
But sometimes when they turn to rags
I have to stop my foolish brags.

And that's the way I live my life
 Just the same as a candle light
 Burning always steadily on
Singing always my old sad song.