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Show THE WAIL OF THE GAMBLER Roformers aro trying to save me, They never let up for a day; They'ro wanting to stop the bookmakers book-makers From taking my money away, Oh, why do they do all this fussin To keep mo from being depraved? Confound them, I wish they'd be quiet Because I don't want to be saved. Why don't they go teaching the heathen hea-then Off there on tho isles by the sea? My wife keeps on taking In washing, So why should they fret about me? If I miss it today and tomorrow I may pick out a winner next week And they're trying to save mel Confound Con-found thorn, They are showing a whole lot of cheek. My children may neod hotter clothing Than I can sparo mosey to buy, But I want to Inform these reformers That-are raising this terrible cry About danger to them that are tempted And caught in tho nets and onslaved That they noed not expect me to thank them, Because I don't want to be saved. The preachers and solemn faced deacons dea-cons That never scooped ninety for one, .... ii Don't, know what It is to stana waning wan-ing To hear how the ponies havo run. Thoy'don't know what thrills fill a "iifoy ' '- When ho drops on tho colors that win, Though It's cost him a dozen times ovor What they let him take out to stay in.; My wife koops on scrubbing and washing, Our children ain't starving Just yet, So why should these meddling ro formers Bo taking the trouble to frot? What Is It their business, confound them? I'll strlko It next tlmo and got shaved And buy a new shirt and clean collar, And I never Intend to bo saved. |