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William Henry Drummond - Natural Philosophy
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Very offen I be t`inkin` of de queer folk goin` roun`,
    And way dey kip a-talkin` of de hard tam get along--
  May have plaintee money too, an` de healt` be good an` soun`--
    But you’ll fin` dere’s alway somet`ing goin` wrong--
  `Course dere may be many reason w`y some feller ought to fret--
    But me, I’m alway singin` de only song I know--
  `T is n`t long enough for music, an` so short you can`t forget,
    But it drive away de lonesome, an` dis is how she go,
      "Jus` tak` your chance, an` try your luck."

  Funny feller’s w`at dey call me--"so diff`ren` from de res`,"
    But ev`rybody got hees fault, as far as I can see--
  An` all de t`ing I’m doin`, I do it for de bes`,
    Dough w`en I’m bettin` on a race, dat’s often loss for me--
  "Oho!" I say, "Alphonse ma frien`, to-day is not your day,
    For more you got your money up, de less your trotter go--
  But never min` an` don`t lie down," dat’s w`at I alway say,
    An` sing de sam` ole song some more, mebbe a leetle slow--
      "Jus` tak` your chance, an` try your luck."

  S`pose ma uncle die an` let me honder-dollar, mebbe two--
    An` I don`t tak` hees advice--me--for put heem on de bank--
 ‘stead o` dat, some lot`rie ticket, to see w`at I can do,
    An` purty soon I’m findin` out dey `re w`at you call de blank--
  Wall! de bank she might bus` up dere--somet`ing might go wrong--
    Dem feller, w`en dey get it, mebbe skip before de night--
  Can`t tell--den w`ere’s your money?  So I sing ma leetle song
    An` don`t boder wit` de w`isky, an` again I feel all right,
      "Jus` tak` your chance, an` try your luck."

  If you `re goin` to mak` de marry, kip a look out on de eye,
    But no matter how you `re careful, it was risky anyhow--
  An` if you `re too unlucky, jus` remember how you try
    For gettin` dat poor woman, dough she may have got you now--
  All de sam`, it sometam happen dat your wife will pass away--
    No use cryin`, you can`t help it--dere’s your duty to you`se`f--
  You don`t need to ax de neighbor, dey will tell you ev`ry day
    Start again lak hones` feller, for dere`s plaintee woman lef`--
      "Jus` tak` your chance, an` try your luck."

  Poor man lak me, I’m not`ing: only w`en election’s dere,
    An` ev`rybody’s waitin` to ketch you by de t`roat--
  De money I be makin` den, wall! dat was mon affaire--
    An` affer all w`at diff`rence how de poor man mak` de vote?
  So I do ma very bes`--me--wit` de wife an` familee--
    On de church door Sunday morning, you can see us all parade--
  Len` a frien` a half a dollar, an` never go on spree--
    So w`en I’m comin` die--me--no use to be afraid--
      "Jus` tak` your chance, an` try your luck."
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