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When you fear the barber's mirror when you go to get a crop, / Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top: / When you titivate and do the little things you never used -- / It is close upon the season when your sins come home to roost.
Many were the sins of others and you never were to blame, / Some were sins you shared in common -- you must suffer all the same; / Some were sins of wasted hours with the wine cup or a mate, / But you cannot share the burden -- and they come in duplicate.