Classic Poem

As I was going along the town,
Came a clergyman,
A very great man, —
You know him by name, I'll bet a crown; —
And preached like honey,
Askin' for money:
He wanted some
For a Hospital Home;
And I said: " If death ever should come to me,
I'd like to die there — respectably. "
So into my pocket my hand I poke,
And out a silver shillin' I took,
And dropped it in. The gent looked at me,
And — " Thank you, sir , for your gift, " says he,
To this here black-faced Rommany!
It's a fact. He bowed himself, d'ye know,
As gentlemen always to gentlemen do.