Ol’ Woes

 Junk Man passed the house today, 

And gave his call in his plaintive way, 

— — " Ol' clothes! 

— — — Ol' clothes! 

— — — Ol' Clothes! 

— Any ol' clothes to throw away? 

— Any ol' dishes . . . any ol' plates, 

— Any ol' pants or hats or skates, 

— Any ol' kettles or pots or pans, 

— Any ol' bottles or ol' tin cans, 

— Any ol' dresses or any ol' shoes, 

— Any ol' things that you can't use? 

— — Ol' clothes! 

— — — Ol' clothes! 

— — — Ol' clothes! " 

I searched the house and made a heap 

Of things that I didn't need to keep, 

Outworn garments and out-read books, 

Clothes that had hung on rusty hooks 

For the dust to grime and the moths to chew. 

And thus the old made way for the new. 

I thought, as the old man went his way, 

How grand it would be if every day 

The Junk Man passed the house to say, 

— " Ol' woes 

— — Ol' woes 

— — — Ol' woes 

— Any ol' woes to throw away? 

— Any ol' grudges . . . any ol' hates, 

— Any ol' miseries or sad ol' dates, 

— Any ol' sorrows or any ol' spites, 

— Any ol' fusses or feuds or fights, 

— Any ol' sighs or any ol' tears, 

— Any ol' wishing for yesteryears, 

— Any ol' quarrels or any ol' frets, 

— Any ol' tears or ol' regrets? 

— — Ol' woes! 

— — — Ol' woes! 

— — — Ol' woes! "

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