Lyr Req: In the Days when I Was Hard Up

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.

Andrews, Printer, 38 Chatham St., N. Y., Songs, Games, Toys, Books Motto Verses, &c., Wholesale and Retail.

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: 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 forget
In the days that I was hard up though I may be happy yet

2. There in yonder's drawing room whose height is 36
A workshop on the other side I've often counted the bricks