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YOU NEVER MISS THE WATER, TILL THE WELL RUNS DRY (Roland Howard - 1871) When a child I lived at Lincoln With my parents on the farm The lessons that my Mother taught To me were quite a charm She'd often take me on her knee When tired of childish play And as she pressed me to her breast I've heard my Mother say Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry As years rolled on I grew to be a mischief loving boy Destruction seemed my only sport It was my only joy And well I do remember When oft times well chastised How Father sat close by my side And thus has me advised Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry When I arrived at manhood I engaged in public life But found the hill was rugged then And full of care and strife I speculated foolishly My losses were severe But still a tiny little voice Kept whispering in my ear Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry Then I studied strict economy And found to my surprise My funds, instead of sinking Very quickly then did rise I grasped each chance and always Struck the iron while 'twas still hot I seized the opportunities And never once forgot Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry I am married now and happy I've a charming little Wife We live in peace and harmony Devoid of care and strife Fortune smiles upon us We have little children, three The lessons that I teach them As they cluster round my knee Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry (Contributed by - March 2007)

    


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