The Worker and the Tramp

Heaven bless you, my friend—
You, the man who won't sweat;
Here's a quarter to spend.

If you did but mend,
My job you would get;—
Heaven bless you, my friend.—

On you I depend
For my work, don't forget;—
Here's a quarter to spend.

My hand I extend,
For I love you, you bet:—
Here's a quarter to spend.

Ah! you comprehend
That I owe a debt;
Heaven bless you, my friend,
Here's a quarter to spend.

(C)Jack London (1876 – 1916)