Keeps Swinging on the Gate.

Keeps Swinging on the Gate.
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Joe Jones, a likely lad was he,
But sad to now relate,
Whene’er his pa had use for him,
He was swinging on the gate,

There was plenty of work for
Joe to do Both early morn and late:
But nothing pleased him half so well
As swinging on the gate.

And when he went to school, they say,
He always got there late,
Because he wasted time so much
A swinging on the gate.

Joe Jones a man has now become,
A farmer second rate;
He still is idling ‘way his time,
And swinging on the gate.

His neighbors join A. S of E.,
And read in Up-to-Date:
But Joe will not, he can’t get time
For swinging on the gate.

And when the price is lowest down,
(It seems to be his fate).
He dumps his stuff and lets it go-
Keeps swinging on the gate.