27.10.2007, 21:31
Oh, when I have a sovereign in my pocket
I cannot sit, my toes extempore dance
Gay as a limber son of merry France j
’Tis like grey hair enclosed in gilded locket
Whose gold and glass by contrast seem to mock it.
So momentary riches will enhance
The pride of Poverty ; so high advance
The hopes of man ; but soon, alas ! a docket
Misfortune strikes : the obliterating sponge
Of fell reverse makes all our joys exhale.
Shall I in ocean take a fatal plunge ?
Or shall I with sixpennyworth of ale
Condole the sovereign spent ? or get quite friskey
And just Hibernify myself with whiskey?
I cannot sit, my toes extempore dance
Gay as a limber son of merry France j
’Tis like grey hair enclosed in gilded locket
Whose gold and glass by contrast seem to mock it.
So momentary riches will enhance
The pride of Poverty ; so high advance
The hopes of man ; but soon, alas ! a docket
Misfortune strikes : the obliterating sponge
Of fell reverse makes all our joys exhale.
Shall I in ocean take a fatal plunge ?
Or shall I with sixpennyworth of ale
Condole the sovereign spent ? or get quite friskey
And just Hibernify myself with whiskey?