George Moses Horton - The Tipler To His Bottle

George Moses Horton - The Tipler To His Bottle

What hast thou ever done for me? br Defeated every good endeavor; br I never can through life agree br To place my confidence in thee, br Not ever, no, never! br br Often have I thy steam admired, br Thou nothing hast avail'd me ever; br Vain have I thought myself inspired, br Say, have I else but pain acquired? br Not ever, no, never! br br No earthly good, no stream of health, br Flows from thy fount, thou cheerful giver; br From thee, affluence sinks to stealth, br From thee I pluck no bloom of health, br Whatever, no, never! br br Thou canst impart a nobel mind, br Power from my tongue flows like a river; br The gas flows dead, I'm left behind, br To all that's evil down confined, br To flourish more never! br br With thee I must through life complain, br Thy powers at large will union sever; br Disgorge no more thy killing bane, br The bird hope flies from thee in pain, br To return more never!br br George Moses Hortonbr br


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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