The Error of the Day

“Out in the cold world, out in the street;Nothing to wear, and nothing to eat,Fatherless, motherless, sadly I roam,Child of misfortune, I’m driven from home.”

“Oh, father, dear father, come home with me now,The clock in the steeple strikes one;You said you were coming right home from the shopAs soon as your day’s work was done.Come home—come home——”

“You said you were coming right home from the shopAs soon as your day’s work was done.Come home—come home——”

“As soon as your day’s work was done.Come home—come home——”

“Sergeant Foyle, oh, he’s a knocker from the West,He’s a chase-me-Charley, come-and-kiss-me tiger from the zoo;He’s a dandy on the pinch, and he’s got a double cinchOn the gent that’s going careless, and he’ll soon cinch you:And he’ll soon—and he’ll soon—cinch you!”

“As pants the hart for cooling streams,When heated in the chase——”