by Charles J. Winter (1923) I met a dear old friend of mine today, A chap I hadn't run across for ages: Of course we talked about the good old times And all that had occurred at different stages. I asked about his mother and his dad, And all his friends with whom I had been pally And then I said, 'One thing I'd like to know If you can tell what's happened to dear old Sally? He laughed, then shrugged his shoulders, then he sighed And said, 'I'm sure I don't remember quite all, She's had so many curious ups and downs, But still, I'll try to give a full recital. Well, first you must know that her old uncle died, He was fond of her, that you can tell, For he left her a good sum of cash at the bank, And he left her the business as well.' Said l, 'Well that was a good thing!' 'Oh not very good, for the business went wrong, Till of all her wealth she was bereft; And when she'd paid up and got everything square, She just had one sovereign left.' 'Oh dear,' said I, 'that was too bad.' 'Oh not very bad, for this sovereign I'm told, She'd invested with great enterprise In a lottery ticket, and heard later on That this ticket had won first prize.' Said I, 'What a slice of good luck!' 'No, it wasn't a slice of good luck,' said my friend, 'It turned out an unfortunate job; For being hard up, this same ticket she'd sold Just a few days before... for five bob.' 'Well,' said I, 'that was bad luck indeed.' 'Well not quite so bad, for the man who had won Out of sympathy, so it was said Came to see her, got chummy, and then fell in love, And after a time they got wed.' 'Come,' said I, 'that was good after all.' 'Well not quite so good for this fellow it seems Led a terrible dissolute life. He spent all the money, then started to drink, And came home and browbeat his wife.' Said I, 'Well that was rotten luck!' 'Oh not quite so bad for he died in a month, And although all his cash he'd got through He wasn't quite broke, for he left her the house, All crammed with old furniture too.' 'Come, come, that was not bad,' said I. 'Oh well it was bad in the end,' said my pal, With a curious kind of grin, 'For a thunderstorm came and the house it got struck, And the whole of the roof fell right in.' 'Great Scott,' said I, 'that was bad luck.' 'Oh not very bad, for an old chest got smashed, And lay all in bits on the ground. And there in a secret drawer open to view Were bank-notes quite ten thousand pound.' Said I, 'Well her luck turned at last!' 'I'm not sure' said he, 'but she banked all the cash, For somehow she felt that she must, And I'm wondering what's going to be the next move, For I've just heard that the bank has gone bust.'
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