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It hain't no use to grumble and complane; / It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice. -- / When God sorts out the weather and sends rain, / W'y, rain's my choice.
Men ginerly, to all intents -- / Although they're apt to grumble some -- / Puts most theyr trust in Providence, / And takes things as they come -- / That is, the commonality / Of men that's lived as long as me / Has watched the world enugh to learn / They're not the boss of this concern.