Granfer Scroodle

Granfer Scroodle, Honest soul, Never drew no weekly dole; He served as a hedger The R.D.C. and died last week Ar seventy three. 'I ain't no scollard,' He often said, 'But I've allus earned Me daily bread.' To a mort of things His mind was Dark, And he always signed with Scroodle's 'mark'. When he went west A week ago, We thought he'd left No sort of dough. He cut his cloth Exceeding fine; The sum in fact Was four-and-nine. Therewith was left By Scroodle's whim His club deposits To bury him. For he always said 'A man ain't made for Enjoyin' things He hasn't paid for.' Granfer Scroodle All of grit, Never drew no benefit; Time held sharper Shears than he' And cut him down At seventy three.