The Two Samaritans and the Tramp

A TRAMP was trampin’ on the road—
  The afternoon was warm an’ muggy—
And by-and-by he chanced to meet
  A parsin ridin’ in a buggy.
Said he: “As follerers ov the Loard,
  To do good offices we oughter!”
An’ from a water-bag he poured,
  An’ guv the tramp, a drink er water.

The parsin he went rattlin’ ’ome
  To ware his fam-i-lee was thrivin’,
The tramp went on until he met
  A bullick-driver, bullick drivin’—
“It’s bilin’ ’ot,” the driver sed
  As soon’s the dirty tramp drawed nearer,
And from a little keg he poured,
  And giv the tramp a pint of beer—“ah!”

(P.S.—The “ah” is meant to stand for the tramp a-drinking ov it.)

I ain’t agin the temperance cause,
  Nor yet no advocate ov drinkin’—
I only tells the yarn because—
Well, at the time it somehow seemed
  Ter kind ov set me thinkin’.