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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (6401 reads)
A man's a mug to slog away


A man's a mug to slog away
    And stint himself pf ease,
When bureaucrats take half his pay
    To glut their treasuries.
A guy's a dope to work like hell
    To make one dollar two,
When most of it will go to swell
    The fiscal revenue.

So you who gripe at super-tax
    Of sixty-five percent,
Why don't you blissfully relax,
    And beat the government?
Cut down to half the work you do,
    Contrive on less to live:
Go easy on the job and you
    Will have less gain to give.

Just plump refuse to slave and sweat;
    Forbear to do your best,
When only half your wage you get
    And taxes claim the rest.
Although your talents go to rust,
    Your usefulness abate. . . .
Why make an extra dollar just
    To give it to the State?

If  I possessed a million I
    Would change it all to gold,
And in a safe my bedside nigh
    My treasure I would hold.
And though a tenth each year I spent,
    I'd live in leasure lax
On capital - Oh! So content
To bilk the income tax!

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