BEGGARS.
What noise of viols is so sweet As when our merry clappers ring? What mirth doth want when beggars meet? A beggar’s life is for a king. Eat, drink and play, sleep when we list, Go where we will-—so stocks be missed. Bright shines the sun; play, beggars, play! Here’s scraps enough to serve today.
The world is ours, and ours alone; For we alone have world at will. We purchase not—all is our own; Both fields and street we beggars fill. Bright shines the sun; play, beggars, play! Here’s scraps enough to serve to-day. —Frank Davidson.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18629, 5 December 1928, Page 4
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98BEGGARS. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18629, 5 December 1928, Page 4
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