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One day a youth full of conceit, / With witty tramp he chanced to meet, / As he was taking walk abroad / So leisurely along the road.
The tramp well knew the stylish gent / Wouid have hard work to raise a cent, / But a sad tale the tramp did tell / Of sorrows that had him befell.
While on the road he thus did stand / And humbly held his hat in hand;
Great eloquence he did employ, / He said he was poor orphan boy.
From labor he would never shirk, / But would be happy to get work, / For his family the bread winner, / But none of them had their dinner.
And some whole days would go past / Wherein they never broke their fast, / So pray now give me some relief / And help for to assuage my grief.
Said swell, "I never take a load / Of money with me when abroad, / For to dispense to tramps on street, / When I by chance with them do meet.
This speech for moment did not damp / The ardor of the witty tramp;
Said he, "Give me your card to call, / And visit your manorial hall. "