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News from all countries and chimes, my boy,Advertisements, essays, and rhymes, my boy,    Mixed up with all sorts    Of flying reports,And published at regular times, my boy.
Articles able and wise, my boy,At least in the editor's eyes, my boy,    A logic so grand    That few understandTo what in the world it applies, my boy.
Statistics, reflections, reviews, my boy,Little scraps to instruct and amuse, my boy,    And lengthy debate    Upon matters of StateFor wise-headed folks to peruse, my boy.
The funds as they were and are, my boy,The quibbles and quirks of the bar, my boy,    And every week    A clever critiqueOn some rising theatrical star, my boy.
The age of Jupiter's moons, my boy,The stealing of somebody's spoons, my boy,    The state of the crops,    The style of the fops,And the wit of the public buffoons, my boy.
List of all physical ills, my boy,Banished by somebody's pills, my boy,    Till you ask with surprise    Why any one dies,Or what's the disorder that kills, my boy.
Who has got married, to whom, my boy,Who were cut off in their bloom, my boy,    Who has had birth    On this sorrow-stained earth,And who totters fast to their tomb, my boy.
The price of cattle and grain, my boy,Directions to dig, and to drain, my boy,    But 'twould take me too long    To tell you in songA quarter of all they contain, my boy.
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