A TRAMP was trampin’ on the road— 
    The afternoon was warm an’ muggy— 
And by-and-by he chanced to meet 
    A parsin ridin’ in a buggy. 
Said he: “As follerers ov the Loard, 
    To do good offices we oughter!” 
An’ from a water-bag he poured, 
    An’ guv the tramp, a drink er water.
The parsin he went rattlin’ ’ome 
    To ware his fam-i-lee was thrivin’, 
The tramp went on until he met 
    A bullick-driver, bullick drivin’— 
“It’s bilin’ ’ot,” the driver sed 
    As soon’s the dirty tramp drawed nearer, 
And from a little keg he poured, 
    And giv the tramp a pint of beer—“ah!”
 
(P.S.—The “ah” is meant to stand for the tramp a-drinking ov it.)
 
I ain’t agin the temperance cause, 
    Nor yet no advocate ov drinkin’— 
I only tells the yarn because— 
Well, at the time it somehow seemed 
    Ter kind ov set me thinkin’.
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