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PVE BEEN THINKING
I've been thinking, l've been th:nking,
What curious world we're in!
Men are sleeping, eating, drinking,
just as they always have been
Beaux are s'ruttng, dandies quizzing,
Misses loling ight and day,
- Boys are sporting, girls are frizzing,
Grandmas fidgeting away.
Tom is crying, Mary signing,


John is laughing merri'y;
Dust is flying, ea-bells ringing,


These have music sure for me;
Peasants loiling, rich men riding,


Staring with a lordly phiz;
Rogues thro' every crowd are gliding,
BOUNDS, what queer world is this!
Marrying, some in marriage given!
Others like the world Of old;
All bu; me, are teasting, living


Would that wives were to be sold!
Others have their dears in plenty,


And their bosoms heave with love,
Fve had chances, nineteen, twenty
But | dare not one improve.
Brokers' shaving, Sherifts dunning,
Politicians pull your sleeve,
Printers scolding, wits are cunning
Jail birds begging for fieve;
Preachers warning, io.oIs raining,
Bacchus, too, hath devotees-
Yonder wretch, your wife's gallan'ng,
What deuced fool is he?
Lawyers pouting, clients listening,


Doctos prating of their skill,
Patients groaning, school-boys whisling
Striving all old time to kill,
Pedagogues of science telling,


MllIiners ofpretty things
Dozers stroll with bosoms swelling,
Listening while the night bird sings
Clouds are lowering, tempests bowling
Friends suspecting, foes are glad,
Children screaming, mistress scolding,
Merry bosoms are now all sad;
Presto! they are gone forever,


All is gay as it has been,
Sunbeams shine, the girls-Oh never,
What a curious world we're in!