The coachman drove his cart along the way
As sunset's golden rays began to fade;
Some footsteps flashed within the dusk's dim sway,
His horse backed up and seemed afraid.
A wanderer stepped forth upon the way –
Dressed in tattered rags, a crutch in hand,
– Good son, convey me homeward I pray,
In these woven shoes my feet can't stand...
– A ride will cost you coin to pay,
Hand me a piece - I'll take you home.
No money? F*ck off the way!
There's little space upon this wagon.
Why stand there gaping like some dgrde?
I'll punch that dirty muzzle without remorse!
Too many pitiful beggars in this land,
I give no freebies on my course.
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