The Bachelor's Consolation

Oh , dear! this gout and rheumatiz,
I fear I shall go wild!
But though I am a bachelor,
And have no chick nor child,
I know that when I am no more—
Let folks say what they please—
Although I have no kith nor kin,
I'll have my leg - at - ees.
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