Collected by Mary C. Parler
Mrs. Minnie Goff West Fork, Ark. July, 1958
Reel 311, Item 10
Life is a Toil
While walking down the street,
I met an old woman the picture of gloom;
She splashed some mud on her doorstep, 'twas raining,
And this is the way she wielded her broom.
Oh life is a toil, and love is a trouble,
And beauty will fade, and riches will flee;
Riches they dwindle, and prices they double,
And nothing is what one could wish it to be.
There's too much of ironing that goes to a bonnet,
There's too much of work that goes to a shirt,
And when you get done there's nothing to be left Of all of the trouble and dirt.
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