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Edgar Guest - Hard Luck
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Ain`t no use as I can see
    In sittin` underneath a tree 
    An` growlin` that your luck is bad,
    An` that your life is extry sad;
    Your life ain`t sadder than your neighbor`s
    Nor any harder are your labors;
    It rains on him the same as you,
    An` he has work he hates to do;
    An` he gits tired an` he gits cross,
   An` he has trouble with the boss;
   You take his whole life, through an` through,
   Why, he`s no better off than you.

   If whinin` brushed the clouds away
   I wouldn`t have a word to say;
   If it made good friends out o` foes
   I`d whine a bit, too, I suppose;
   But when I look around an` see
   A lot o` men resemblin` me,
   An` see `em sad, an` see `em gay
   With work t` do most every day,
   Some full o` fun, some bent with care,
   Some havin` troubles hard to bear,
   I reckon, as I count my woes,
   They`re `bout what everybody knows.

   The day I find a man who`ll say
   He`s never known a rainy day,
   Who`ll raise his right hand up an` swear
   In forty years he`s had no care,
   Has never had a single blow,
   An` never known one touch o` woe,
   Has never seen a loved one die,
   Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
   Has never had a plan go wrong,
   But allas laughed his way along;
   Then I`ll sit down an` start to whine
   That all the hard luck here is mine.
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