Collected by Bud Whetstone and Joe Bessenbacher Transcribed by M. C. Parler
Jane Wood Fayetteville, Ark May 14, 1961
Reel 415, Item 2
Hard Up and Broken Down
I once had money plenty and friends just by the score,
And fortune seemed to smile on me and no one passed my door,
But now I'm sad and lonely, and not worth half a crown,
A living paradox am I, hard up and broken down.
Chorus: I wander through this wide world and meet with many a frown,
But no one seems to know me now because I'm broken down.
With an ample fortune, I spent it mighty fast,
The pace was almost killing me, I found it could not last,
Too proud to put the curb on, I felt myself high bred,
But now for want of bread at times I have to fast instead.
Friends could recognize me when Poole he made my coat,
But since I have no note to change, how soon they change their note. An object sad and lonely, I wander through this town For no one seems to know me now because I'm broken down.
The immortal Shakespeare says all this world's a stage,
And everyone must play his part from childhood to old age,
And when I think of days gone by, how I was made a tool,
Of sharps and rogues, 'tis then I know my part has been a fool.
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