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Ar an leathanach seo

1. On Riches (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Now if all men were rich we plainly see,
   There would be no room left for charity,
   And she's the grandest footstep given
   By which we are allow'd to climb to Heaven.

   Why should we set our hearts on wordly gear,
   We don't know if tomorrow we'll be here
   And when death comes the miser then will find
   That he must then leave all his wealth behind.

   Reader indeed this was the case you know
   With the rich man who would his barns down throw,
   Soul, said he, take thy rest for many years
   And that same night left all, which plain appears.

   

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