The Two Samaritans And The Tramp

A TRAMP was trampin’ on the road— The afternoon was warm an’ muggy— And by-and-by he chanced to meet A parsin ridin’ in a buggy. Said he: “As follerers ov the Loard, To do good offices we oughter!” An’ from a water-bag he poured, An’ guv the tramp, a drink er water. The parsin he went rattlin’ ’ome To ware his fam-i-lee was thrivin’, The tramp went on until he met A bullick-driver, bullick drivin’— “It’s bilin’ ’ot,” the driver sed As soon’s the dirty tramp drawed nearer, And from a little keg he poured, And giv the tramp a pint of beer—“ah!” (P.S.—The “ah” is meant to stand for the tramp a-drinking ov it.) I ain’t agin the temperance cause, Nor yet no advocate ov drinkin’— I only tells the yarn because— Well, at the time it somehow seemed Ter kind ov set me thinkin’.