To Moses who buys your old clo',
They're all of the self-same description—
They take, but they never let go.
Ye sons of the Man on the Barrel
(That's Bacchus)—ye "Monks of the Screw!"
Don't mortgage your wearing apparel,
Or have any truck with a Jew;
But take to cold water and virtue,
And never, whatever befalls,
Let any false logic convert you