Strange People

 

There was a man I knew,
Cruel to child and wife;
To see a pig despatched,
And blood upon a knife,
Made him so sick he retched.

 

There was a man I knew,
Soft-spoken, he was loved;
He took a club and struck
A fowl which lived and moved
When he that fowl did pluck.

 

There  was a man I knew,
Refused no stranger ale;
But Mrs. Jone's head
Wagged with this woful tale-
"His children moan for bread.

 

"A farthing's worth of milk
his little girl goes for,
but quarts of ale he drinks he,
and rum and whiskey raw"-
said Mrs. Jones to me.

 

Now these three men I knew,
Were Tom, and Dick, and Dave;
Dick freely paid for a drink,
Till Mrs. Jones she gave
That hint, which made me think.