To T. A.
I have made for you a song,And it may be right or wrong,But only you can tell me if it's true;I have tried for to explainBoth your pleasure and your pain,And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
O there'll surely come a dayWhen they'll give you all your pay,And treat you as a Christian ought to do;So, until that day comes round,Heaven keep you safe and sound,And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!—R. K.
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