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Dear little bills, we weep to see You come again so soon; Our dividends are not paid in, And yet, you crave this boon; “Pay, pay, On reckoning day, The Tin!” Thus, Christmas with its charms, And mirthful glow and glee, Hath also its alarms!
Dear little bills, we weep to see You come again so soon; Our dividends are not paid in, And yet, you crave this boon; “Pay, pay, On reckoning day, The Tin!” Thus, Christmas with its charms, And mirthful glow and glee, Hath also its alarms!