The Arkansas Traveller's Songster - online songbook

The Celebrated Story of the Arkansas Traveller, With Music for Violin or Piano

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The Rogue he's but a blind-worm, That works on in the dark, sir;
The Coquette she's a bait-worm, That angles far a spark, sir.
Bow, wow, wow, etc
The Idler he's a slow-worm,
With laziness he's rife, sir; The Soldier he's a blood-worm,
Still feeding upon life, sir! A Maid she is a siIk-worm,
That changes every way, sir; And Love " a worm i' the bud" is,
That eats our peace away, sir.
Bow, wow, wow, etc.
And thus I think I've proved to you
That all mankind are worms, sir— Of different kinds and natures, too,
And different shapes and forms, sir: And since that all our bodies go
To the worms at our tail-end, sir, Let's hope, like jolly butterflies,
That we may all ascend, sir!
Bow, wow, wow, etc
Not a drum was heard, not a signal-note, As the parties to the altar we hurried;
But each person took their farewell look Of the bachelor about to be married.
"We married him quickly, at dead of night, The state of bachelorhood turning,
By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And our candles dimly burning.
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