Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1875-12-25
LINES ON THE TIMES.

LII say,
About one thing or other that comes in
my way.
Dull times aud no money is all that you
hear,
'Tis become epidemic 1 really do fear,
But what Is the use to lament OF Dewall,
Like dog with tin Kettle tied to his
tail.
Now there's good many fools, of that
you're aware,
Get all the credit they can, for debts they
don't care,
When you ask them to pay they vow and
declare,
They've not dime left at least none to
spare.
Then what is the use to lament and be-
wall,
Like dog with tin kettle tied to his tail.
Now what's to become of us 1 really can't
tell,
All merchants have goods that they wish
to sell,
They'll sell them quite cheap with profits
quite small,
Their book accounts large, and no cash at
all.
And knowing the fact, they weep and be-
wall,
Like dog with a tin kettle tied to his tail.
To sell is one thing; to collect is another,
1t makes man cry like the boy who lost
his mother.
You can dun them, and dun them; and
dun them again,
They say they've no money but you shall
call again.
IL 70, l,aa a ho
Like dog with tin kettle tied to his
tail.
These times that we have are really too
bad,
Cannot something be done to make our
hearts glad.
Can't Congress do something or else Genl
Grant,
I'd do it myself but really can't
Do nothing at all but lament and bewail,
Like a dog with tin kettle tied to h 8
tail.
In fact think that we have been unwise,
Let us all now endeavOr to economic
In drinking and eating and clothing we
wear,
For think by economy we'd better fare.
And not be compelled to weep and be-
wall,
Like dog with Il tin kettle tied to his
tail.
There's more liquor drank now than ever
before,
And costs twice as much, yes il costs
more,
One drink of whiskey costs three loaves of
bread.
And makes poor children 60 hungry to
bed.
Makes mothers and children weep and be-
wall,
Like dog with tin kettle tied to his
tail.
LuXuries we buy that does us no good,
Let us cconOmiZe "a we all should.
And clothing We wear that crosses the sea,
They make us no better we all Will agree.
But il makes u> lament and makes us be-
wall.
Like dog with tin kettle tied to his
tail.
1t robs our country ofsilver and gold,
Our work shops left idle numbers untold,
We send all our gold to England and
France,
Whilst we pay the fiddler Europe will
'Tis our own fault that we lament or be-
wall,
Like dog with tin kettle tied to his
tail.
We have the best country God gave to
man,
We can make and can rise all that Europe
can,
Lets stick together like Il child to its moth
Do trading at home and assist one another.
And have no credit 10 lament or bewail.
Like dog with Il tin kettle tied to his
tail.
Boss Tweed he is gone across the deep sea,
Like Jonah of old hope he will be,
swallowed by whale ere he reaches
shore,
Then goodbye old thief We'll see you no
more.
| But YOU could wriggle and giggle and
! could bcwail,
Like dog with tin Kettle TIED to his
tail.
For you couldn't get out like old Jonah
did,
For Jonah to stay there it was forbid,
| And YOU for whale would make good
! meal,
! And YOU in the future never could steal.
But YOU could wriggle and giggle whilst
in the whale,
Like adog with tin kettle tied to his
tail.