Salonika, item 17

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The Grumbler

 

1

He grumbles in the morning

On rising from his bed

He grumbles at his breakfast

At the coffee, cakes and bread.

2

He grumbles at his napkin,

He grumble at his knife,

He grumbles at the tablecloth

And grumbles at his wife.

3

He grumbles at the paper

While reading o’re the news

He grumbles at the cobler

When he buys a pair of shoes

4

He grumbles at the clock

When it’s striking out the hour.

He grumbles at the deluge

When there comes a little shower

5

He grumbles at the children

When there playing in the street

He grumbles at the butcher

At the way he cuts the meat

6

He grumbles at this little dog

If it only wags its tail

And when the wind but gently blows

He grumbles at the gale

7

He grumbles when a bill comes in

No matter though it is small

He grumbles at the servants

He grumbles at us all

8

He grumbles at us all

He grumbles at the darkness

When he has to light the gas


 Faintly on left side: 

Miss Mary  McClusky 

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The Grumbler

 

1

He grumbles in the morning

On rising from his bed

He grumbles at his breakfast

At the coffee, cakes and bread.

2

He grumbles at his napkin,

He grumble at his knife,

He grumbles at the tablecloth

And grumbles at his wife.

3

He grumbles at the paper

While reading o’re the news

He grumbles at the cobler

When he buys a pair of shoes

4

He grumbles at the clock

When it’s striking out the hour.

He grumbles at the deluge

When there comes a little shower

5

He grumbles at the children

When there playing in the street

He grumbles at the butcher

At the way he cuts the meat

6

He grumbles at this little dog

If it only wags its tail

And when the wind but gently blows

He grumbles at the gale

7

He grumbles when a bill comes in

No matter though it is small

He grumbles at the servants

He grumbles at us all

8

He grumbles at us all

He grumbles at the darkness

When he has to light the gas


 Faintly on left side: 

Miss Mary  McClusky 


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  • October 26, 2017 15:25:32 Thomas A. Lingner

    The Grumbler

     

    1

    He grumbles in the morning

    On rising from his bed

    He grumbles at his breakfast

    At the coffee, cakes and bread.

    2

    He grumbles at his napkin,

    He grumble at his knife,

    He grumbles at the tablecloth

    And grumbles at his wife.

    3

    He grumbles at the paper

    While reading o’re the news

    He grumbles at the cobler

    When he buys a pair of shoes

    4

    He grumbles at the clock

    When it’s striking out the hour.

    He grumbles at the deluge

    When there comes a little shower

    5

    He grumbles at the children

    When there playing in the street

    He grumbles at the butcher

    At the way he cuts the meat

    6

    He grumbles at this little dog

    If it only wags its tail

    And when the wind but gently blows

    He grumbles at the gale

    7

    He grumbles when a bill comes in

    No matter though it is small

    He grumbles at the servants

    He grumbles at us all

    8

    He grumbles at us all

    He grumbles at the darkness

    When he has to light the gas


     Faintly on left side: 

    Miss Mary  McClusky 

  • October 26, 2017 15:21:17 Thomas A. Lingner

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  • December 22, 2016 22:09:54 Sue Bryant

    The Grumbles

     

    1

    He grumbles in the morning

    On rising from his bed

    He grumbles at his breakfast

    At the coffee, cakes and bread.

    2

    He grumbles at his napkin,

    He grumble at his knife,

    He grumbles at the tablecloth

    And grumbles at his wife.

    3

    He grumbles at the paper

    While reading o’re the news

    He grumbles at the cobbler

    When he buys a pair of shoes

    4

    He grumbles at the clock

    When it’s striking out the hour.

    He grumbles at the deluge

    When there comes a little shower

    5

    He grumbles at the children

    When there playing in the street

    He grumbles at the butcher

    At the way he cuts the meat

    6

    He grumbles at this little dog

    If it only wags its tail

    And when the wind but gently blows

    He grumbles at the gale

    7

    He grumbles when a fill comes in

    No matter though it is small

    He grumbles at the servants

    He grumbles at us all

    8

    He grumbles at us all

    He grumbles at the darkness

    When he has to light the gass


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Terry Casey
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