Please note that the following is a poem as per p.4 http://vre2.upei.ca/islandmagazine/fedora/repository/vre%3Aislemag-batch2-213/OBJ "Away to the States to Get Rich" Young men of P.I.[sic], you can hardly deny That you've many times left a good home; A life on the farm for you has no charm, You all seemed determined to roam, Your harrows and plows, fine horses and cows And your sheep all may die in the ditch; Your jobs you will jack and your trunks you will pack And away to the States to get rich. They must be content in some leaky old rent Away in behind someone's back yard; Mid the squealing of hogs and the yelping of dogs, There's many who'd think their lot hard. When the acid and bleach their vitals will reach, With rosin and sulphur and pitch, They will sneeze and say 'twas a sorrowful day That they came to the States to get rich. It's many a year since I first landed here, Being then in my youth and my prime; Though sorely belied and much vilified, I was never convicted of crime. I am broke down in health and possess little wealth, In every trade there's a hitch; Those folks who have wealth must acquire it by stealth— It's not by hard work they get rich.
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