The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.
Thomas Hood (17991845)A Lay of Real Life
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Sold every acre, grass or corn,
And left the next heir all forlorn?
My Grandfather.
And physicked me and made me worse,
Till infancy became a curse?
My Grandmother.
A comfort to my mother dear
And Mr. Pope, the overseer?
My Father.
Till all my bones came through my skin,
Then called me “ugly little sin”?
My Mother.
And took me home—and made me work,
But managed half my meals to shirk?
My Aunt.
He “hated others’ brats the most,”
And therefore made me feel my post?
My Uncle.
And always laid them at my door,
Till many a bitter bang I bore?
My Cousin.
Again with father to reside,
Black shoes, clean knives, run far and wide?
My Stepmother.
And when I played cried, “What a noise!”
Girls always hector over boys—
My Sister.
Or took it all, did I decline,
’Cause I was eight and he was nine?
My Brother.
And gave me sixpence, “all he had”;
But at the stall the coin was bad?
My Godfather.
But when misfortune came to pass,
Referred me to the pump? Alas!
My Friend.
Who ever sympathised with grief,
Or shared my joy—my sole relief?
Myself.