To touch me with his stain
Only to live this life of little worth
To pass me off again
Foul stench of pig sweat
That would drench my skin and my hair
Clings to me as my only perfume
A lecture of a life time to always beware
I shall covet the tricks of my trade
And trade them off as fare
That I may live among higher days
And walk the ways of them with care
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