OLD BACHELORS.
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Who are the men that oft we meet,
With ewes cast down toward the street,
That give u nod, but never speak!


Old Bachelors.
Who pass their days and nights in fear,
because no gentle wives are near,
Their weary, aching hearts to cheer!


Old Bachelors.
What men sit up too late at night,
TO read those tale of Glove at sight,
And wishing they could have "bitel


Old Bachelors.
What men forever, ever wear,
Their clothes, till they are worn thread-b bare,
And know not how they look or cure9


Old Bachelors.
Who pass in wretchedness their lives,
And wish that they had married wives,
Before they reached their thirty-ffvesl


Old Bachelors.
Who would not now propose for gold,
Because they've got to be so old,
And all the girls look up so coid'


Old Bachelors.
Who hath no pity in her heart,
To take the lonely Bach's part,
But wishes that they might always smart


The Old Maid.