The Bachelor.
The bachelor, the bachelor, the man who lives m joy, Whose cares are few, whose friends are true, whose peace holds no alloy ; Who lights his pipe and fills his bowl, cries ' Fie ' to care and strife — O. Who takes a sip from every lip, and leads a merry life — O. Grod bless the merry bachelor, who's ever blithe and gay ; Who, when he won't my lad, he don't, and when he would he may. The bachelor, tho bachelor, the wight who lives alone, With friends to share his pleasure fair, but none to hear his moaa ; With elbows out, and heels run m, for lacking of a wife— O. With lips to kiss, but no lips his, he loads a sorry life — O. God help the povern bachelor, when heart and hair grow grey, With little joy for aught, my boy, save having of his way. Puck.
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Ellesmere Guardian, Volume XXI, Issue 2090, 27 September 1899, Page 3
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150The Bachelor. Ellesmere Guardian, Volume XXI, Issue 2090, 27 September 1899, Page 3
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