Billings Sorrows in Being Sober for Want of Money to Get Drunk

Here like Johnney Horner
Confined in my corner
Half famished oer terrible Tea
I sit like an Owl
While the Cats Mew & yowl
A tale of my troubles to me

The taxes distress me
& parish rates dress me
Out of all my good money & calling
So here I sit growling
& whooping & howling
Far away from the beer house a bawling

Im as lean as a match
Nor a chance can I catch
Both money & credit is gone
I would pawn my coat
But its not worth a groat
Tho the best that I have when its on

So here I remain
For to mourn & complain
Keeping up a most damnable cry
Good people I pray
Do but heed what I say
Save a tester to drink when you'r dry.
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