A Penitential Week
The week had gloomily begun
For Willie Weeks, a poor man's
He was beset with bill and dun,
And he had very little
'This cash,' said he, 'won't pay my dues,
I've nothing here but ones and
A bright thought struck him, and he said:
'The rich Miss Goldrocks I will
But when he paid his court to her,
She lisped, but firmly said: 'No,
'Alas,' said he, 'then I must die!
Although hereafter I may
They found his gloves, and coat, and hat;
The Coroner upon them
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