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When I was a youngster and started to roam,
My mother said, now, boy, before you leave home,
My advice I will give you on the best thing to do,
Is save just a copper each week from the few.
For your coppers may grow unto silver,
Your silver will grow unto gold;
It's this you will find very useful,
To help you, my boy, when you're old.
And when you have travelled and seen all through life,
Don't never be bashful in taking a wife;
For a wife is a comfort to a man, I must say,
And all will go well if you work the right way.
And the dear one you'll marry don't never neglect,
For she will look on you always with respect;
Your trials and troubles you'll share with your wife,
And all will go well on your journey through life.
For when you have money your friends will come 'round,
And when you haven't any they're hard to be found;
Keep your head above water, my boy, if you can,
And all will go well if you follow my plan.
For your coppers may grow unto silver,
Your silver will grow unto gold;
It's this you will find very useful,
To help you, my boy, when you're old.
Collected in 1951 from Frank Knox of St. Shott's, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
