OF ALL THE MEN
by: Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
- F all the men one meets about,
- There's none like Jack -- he's everywhere:
- At church -- park -- auction -- dinner -- rout --
- Go when and where you will, he's there.
- Try the West End, he's at your back --
- Meets you, like Eurus, in the East --
- You're call'd upon for 'How do, Jack?'
- One hundred times a day, at least.
- A friend of his one evening said,
- As home he took his pensive way,
- 'Upon my soul, I fear Jack's dead --
- I've seen him but three times to-day!'
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