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Last year's
Last year's

year's troubles are so old fashioned
The robber on the highway the on the seas
Maybe it's the that's so entertaining
The earrings and swashbuckling blouses that

Here we have heroes of times that passed now
But nobody these days has that of chin
Over there the petticoats of of virtue
You can hardly them from the petticoats of sin

year's troubles
Last troubles

at all the waifs of Dickensian England
Why is it suffering is more picturesque?
Must because their rags are so very
The ones at home just don't give it their best

Last years they shine up so prettily
They gleam a luster, they don't have today
'Cause here it's just dirty and and troubling

Last troubles
Last year's

Trouble is still trouble and evil evil
we wonder is there more now, or less?
If we had a or could tally the handfulls
Measure for measure the same would be my guess

Last year's
year's troubles
Last troubles
Last year's