Lyr Req: In the Days when I Was Hard Up
Subject: In the days that I was hard up|
From: Garry H.
Date: 05 Oct 98 - 10:34 PM
Does anyone know any more verses to this old folk song?
1. Through heat and cold and poverty I scarce could get a meal
I've often beat the devil down for tempting me to steal
Ch: In the days that I was hard up I never shall forget2. There in yonder's drawing room whose height is 36
A workshop on the other side I've often counted the bricks
Subject: RE: In the days that I was hard up|
From: Garry H.
Date: 08 Oct 98 - 08:50 PM
Thought I would give this one more run through the ranks in case someone can add to it.
Subject: Lyr Add: IN THE DAYS WHEN I WAS HARD UP|
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 23 Nov 09 - 09:34 AM
From The Library of Congress American Memory Collection:
IN THE DAYS WHEN I WAS HARD UP.
In the days when I was hard up, not many years ago,
I suffered that which only can the sons of misery know;
Relations, friends, companions, they all turned up their nose,
And they rated me a vagabond for want of better clothes.
In the days when I was hard up, for want of food and fire,
I used to tie my shoes up with little bits of wire;
When hungry, cold, cast on a rock, and could not get a meal,
How oft I've beat the devil down for tempting me to steal.
In the days when I was hard up, for furniture and drugs,
Many a summer's night I've held communion with the bugs;
I never faced them with a pike, or smashed them on the wall,
I said the world was wide enough, there's room enough for all.
In the days when I was hard up, I used to lock my door,
For fear the landlady should say you can't lodge here no more;
From my own back drawing room, about ten feet by six,
In the workhouse wall just opposite, I've counted all the bricks.
In the days when I was hard up, I bowed my spirits down,
And often have I sought a friend to borrow half-a-crown;
How many are there in this world whose evils I can scan,
The shabby suit of toggery, but cannot see the man.
In the days when I was hard up, I found a blissful hope,
It's all a poor man's heritage to keep him from the rope;
Now I've found a good old maxim, and this shall be my plan.
Altho' I wear a ragged coat, I'll wear it like a man.
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