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The Green Bag.
IN THE PROBATE REGISTRY.
JN a very dark and dreary,
Grim and suicidal room,
Stands a lawyer weak and weary,
Like a spectre from the tomb.
Round about on shelves are numbered Wills that iong ago were made; Like their makers long they Ve slumbered In the places where they're laid.
Yet the lawyer on is reading. With a very anxious look, — It appears as if he's feeding On the dirty, musty book.
For he on its greasy pages Great attention does bestow; What 's the theme that him engages, You, no doubt, would like to know.
Ah! he loves a maiden madly, But he won't propose until Very rev'rently and sadly He has read her father's will. Lays of a Lazy Lawyer.
