MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada
Ragged Coat
John Connors NFLD 2 Tape 22 Track 1
(St. Shott's ?) Audio:

Oh what a world of flummery there' s nothing but deceit in ye
As you will find through life as you travel on
Old and young rich and poor everyone you'll meet in it
It is the same l will maintain and prove it in my song

When l was poor l found that friends seldom e'er did heed me
Till a rich man died and left me cash which set me off afloat (?)
And then l had money but l kept it quite a secret
And to fathom out deception l put on a ragged coat

I thought my friends l would go see as l had so many
At least as they professed to be at Brooklyn Mr. Ford
And as a trip by steamboat would be as cheap as any
I went down to the ferryboat and quickly stepped on board

When heard a silly puppy say but lowly he did breathe it
It's a shame to let a ragged man on board of a steamboat
And says l you _______ rascal there's a good heart beats beneath it
Don' t despise a man because he wears a ragged coat

My journey being ended l placed my foot on shore
Glad enough l was of such a crew to get relief
I went to the house and l knocked on the door sir
The people all kept eyeing me as though l was a thief

The door was banged against my face with many a snarl sirs
When l shouted out "Good Master" for l came to pay an oath(?)
I beg your pardon sir says she come step in to the parlour
We thought you were a-begging when we saw your ragged coat

A chair was quickly placed for me and down l sat in centre
You have came from town you must be tired pray stop here a night
Oh Jane bring the glasses and likewise the decanter
It's there you will find it's most excellent port wine

Your wine you may keep though I've got this _______ dress on
l beg your pardon sir he said l meant to keep my note(?)
And put it to a better use so let this be a warning
Never despise a man because he wears a ragged coat

Next l went a courtin a brisk young widow Mercer
I went to the house and boldly l proposed
My suit l pressed but she exclaimed show this nave the door sir
At the sight of my old ragged dress she soon turned up her nose

But when l showed my bag of gold she fain would be a talker
At the sight of my money she quickly changed her note
And says l I'm off dear madam it s time my name was Walker
Never despise a man because he wears a ragged coat

Never trust to appearances they oft times will deceive you
For 'tis not the gaudy Peacock that turns out the most faithful bird
It's not your wealthy relatives stands power to relieve you
Trust not those who raise their nose the thought is quite absurd

When some of those deceitful friends our country has a clearance
The lifetime says (?) many a barrel once more will proudly float
So mark my moral well don't trust to one's appearance
For there's many an honest heart that beats beneath a ragged coat


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