To T. A.
I have made
for you a song,
And it may
be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if
it's true;
I have tried
for to explain
Both your
pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here's my best
respects to you!
O there'll
surely come a day
When they'll
give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian
ought to do;
So, until
that day comes round,
Heaven keep
you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here's my best
respects to you!
R. K.
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