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OME listen a while and I'll sing you a song Concerning the times — it will not be long — When everybody is striving to buy, And cheating each other, I cannot tell why,— And it's hard, hard times.
From father to mother, from sister to brother, From cousin to cousin, they're cheating each other. Since cheating has grown to be so much the fashion, I believe to my soul it will run the whole Nation,— And it's hard, hard times.
Now there is the talker, by talking he eats, And so does the butcher by killing his meats. He'll toss the steelyards, and weigh it right down, And swear it's just right if it lacks forty pounds,— And it's hard, hard times.
And there is the merchant, as honest, we're told. Whatever he sells you, my friend, you are sold; Believe what I tell you, and don't be surprised To find yourself cheated half out of your eyes,— And it's hard, hard times. |
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