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Show Josh Bii.li.ngs' Prayer From tew uienny friends, and from things at luce ends, good Lord deliver us ! Fiom a wife who don t luv us, and from children who don't look like u-, good Lord delivi r us ! From snaix in the grass, and from snaix in our boots, from torchlite processions, pro-cessions, and all new rum, good Lord deliver us ! 'From pack pedlets, from young fol s in iuv, from old aunts without money, and kolera morbus, good Lord deliver us ! from welth without charity, from pride without sense, from pedigree worn out and from awl rich relashuns, good Lord deliver us ! From nusepaper sels, and from pils that ain't fi.-ick. from females who faint, and fiom men who flatter, good Lord deliver us ! From virtue without fragrance, from butter that smells, from nigger kamp meetings, and from kats that are courting, good (oid deliver us ! From old folks' secrets, and from our own, from megiunis and wimiuin koinmittees, good Lord deliver us! From politicians who pra, and from saints who tipple, from n kolfi red henin, and awl grass widder.-, good Lord deliver us ! From folks who won't laff, and from them who giggle, from tite butes, easy virtue and ram mutton, good Lord de liver us ! |