How pleasures of thought surpass eating and drinking, My pleasure of thought is the pleasure of thinking How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money. LE DINER. Come along, 'tis the time, ten or more minutes past, And he who came first had to wait for the last, The oysters ere this had been in and been out; While I have been sitting and thinking about How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money. A clear soup with eggs; voilà tout; of the fish A la Orly, but you're for red mullet, you say: After oysters, Sauterne; then Sherry; Champagne, be, I've the simplest of tastes; absurd it may deuce There were to be woodcocks, and not Charlotte Russe! So pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! Your Chablis is acid, away with the Hock, Give me the pure juice of the purple Médoc; St. Peray is exquisite; but, if you please, Some Burgundy first before tasting the cheese. So pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! So pleasant it is to have money. As for that, pass the bottle, and hang the expense I've seen it observed by a writer of sense, One ought to be grateful, I quite apprehend, How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money. PARVENANT. I cannot but ask in the park and the streets, When I look at the number of persons one meets, Whate'er in the world the poor devils can do Whose fathers and mothers can't give them a sou. So needful it is to have money, heigh-ho! I ride and I drive, and I care not a d―n, It was but this winter I came up to town, So useful it is to have money, heigh-ho! O dear! what a pity they ever should lose it, So needful it is to have money, heigh-ho! It is all very well to be handsome and tall, you are poor, why it's only a pity. There's something, undoubtedly, in a fine air, And the angels in pink and the angels in blue, In muslins and moirés so lovely and new, What is it they want, and so wish you to guess, But if the answer is yes. have you So needful, they tell you, is money, heigh-ho! money, So needful it is to have money. ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. CHIVALRY AT A DISCOUNT. AIR cousin mine! the golden days And minstrels now care nought for bays, And hearts are cold, and lips are mute Yet weeping Beauty mourns the time Now wedlock is a sober thing No more of chains or forges!- Then every cross-bow had a string, And making love was quite the thing, And maiden aunts were never seen, And died at one-and-twenty. Then hawking was a noble sport, And huntsmen learnt to blow a morte, And knights and spearmen show'd their might, Then plumes and pennons were prepared, Then there was no such thing as Fear, Ah, these were glorious days! The moon And there were lyres and lutes in tune, And lovers swam, and held at nought Then people wore an iron vest, And the artisans who lived the best |