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ROWLAND HOWARD 
i. When a child I lived at Lin - coin with my pa - rents at the farm, The les - sons that my moth - er taught to me were quite a charm 
She would oft - en take me on her knee, when tired of child-ish play, And as she press'd me to her breast, I’ve heard my moth-er say 
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Waste not, want not, is a max - irn I would teach; Let your watchword be des-patch, and prac-tice what you preach 
Do not let your chan - ces like sunbeams pass you by. For you nev - er miss the wa - ter till the well runs dry. 
I seiz’d, my opportunities, 
And never once forgot;—C ho. 
I’m married now and happy, 
I’ve a careful little wife; 
We live in peace and harmony, 
Devoid of care and strife; 
Fortune smiles upon us, 
We have little children three; 
The lesson that I teach them, 
As they prattle round my knee 
Bestrewn with care and strife ; 
I speculated foolishly, 
My losses were severe, 
But still a tiny little voice 
Kept whisp’ring in my ear Cho. 
Then I studied strict economy, 
And found, to my surprise, 
My funds instead of sinking, 
Very quickly then did rise; 
I grasp’d eac if chance, and always “ struck 
The iron while ’twas hot 
2 As years rolled on I grew to be 
A mischief-making boy, 
Destruction seem’d my only spor 
It was my only joy. 
And well do I remember when 
Ofttimes well chastised, 
How father sat beside me then, 
And thus has me advised :—C 
3 When I arriv’d at manhood, 
I embark’d in public life, 
And found it was a rugged road, 
