Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-07-15
aJEsF LIKE Fiddle WITHOUT

DE b0Ms0
we ind the following producffon 81 the
ssrnaehine poetry cast floating around in
the colnfnnsof our exchanges. AS there is
much more truth than poetry in it. and as
it gives a hit all around; someof which are
not altogether unworthy OF consideration,
we make no apology for giving it to cur
readers
whilst sitting on my porch, this morn
ing, engaged in reading the morning paper,
a negro girl passed by. On the oDposite
girl thus: 'sGood mornin', Miss PhillLs.
How does you feel dis Tnornin'?" Phillis
replied in the hea,6aing y, o 2 lbs article
put down my paper, and fell into train
OF thought. took out my pencil and
wrote down my thoughts, and here trans
cribe them for you, giving you the liberty
TO do with them as you may see IT."
All sorts of folks compose this world;
The rich, the poor, the gay, the sad,
The tall, the short, the white, the black,
The old, the young, the good the bad.
The teeminE millions in pursuit
OF wealth and happiness below.
on realize the saddening truth,
''Jest lake a fiddle without de boa0-"
The politician lays his plans,
Sure that his grieDds are true as steel.
He sacrifices time and means,
Nor apprehension does he feel.
Some other man, with stronger claims,
Steps into office, then you know,
The disappointed man must be
"Jest like a gtddte t0itlt0td de boi0."
The merchant, on his borrowed funds,
Begins q smashing business trade.
He trusts his customers, and soon,
His city bills remain unpaid.
The sheriff closes up his store.
The goods are auctioned very low;
The merchant hangs his head and feels,
jest like Jiddle Without de bo1C."
u,,a fame a. 1,,,,vs =, t-o.t 80 lav,d
Pays down third IN honest cash
Fail crops ensue, the other thirds
Remain unpaid. he goes to smash.
Then, all his savings sacrificed,
His horses, wagons-all must go,
His sad experience too will be,
'Jest like fiddle WITHOUT de b0aC."
SO with the lawyer in his line,
The doctor with his drugs and pills,
With prospects good, fail of success,
All subject to unlocked for ills.
When Overtasked and sad in look,
disguised with all things below,
They have "no music in their soul,
"Jest like q fiddle without de b0lO."
The editor is not exempt.
He writes and puffs and prints each week;
His patrons read his paper through
Well pleased to ind just what they seek.
They never think the printer needs
SpondOoliK too, to make things go:
And hence the printer often feels,
T. Jest like a fiddle t0fthOUt de botC."
HOW many young men 10 We
Micawber like sit still and troWn
waiting for something TO turn up"
Till all their cash has been turned down.
And then you hear them curse their luck;
The worlds all wrong, moves far too slow.
Poor, impecuniOus fools! They feel
''Jest like q fiddle tOithOlg de bOl0."
The bachelor has sought for years
To find the best girl for wife,
He seeks in vain, but finds instead,
He's on the shady side Oflife.
o how he dyes his silver locksi
Not one grey hair his whiskers show!
or all the world he surely is
"TeSt like a fiddle tCftkOia de bOlC."
Some ladies' too parade the streets,
In Dolly Warden neat and trim.
Turn up their nose at honest toll,
"Dear me l would not marry him"
Another will. Be sure of that.
And you are left alone, to go
Through life, and he for all the world,
"JeSt like u fiddle l0itbOln de bOIO."
Look all around, and you will see
Such folly will make You laugh,
All can be happy If they will,
Yet misery's the lot of half.
Time, money, brains ali go to waste
With nothing for the waste to show.
This world, by fault OF man alone,
Is filled with riddles tVfthOIa de bo,V."