 | Art and Fashion |  |
199
LITTLE REQUIRED.
'Tis little indeed we require,
A cot just removed from the way,
All cover'd with woodbine and briar,
And Norah still with me each day.
We can live upon nothing at all,
For what do we care for display?
Love can smile though his income be small,
Yes, that's what he used to say!
Ah, me! that's what he used to say!
A cot just removed from the way,
All cover'd with woodbine and briar,
And Norah still with me each day.
We can live upon nothing at all,
For what do we care for display?
Love can smile though his income be small,
Yes, that's what he used to say!
Ah, me! that's what he used to say!
Then love before marriage could see
No figure so fair as my own;
Now figures in columns of three
Perplex him and alter his tone!
He wonders how bills can come in
In this strange unaccountable way;
And frowns, with his hand to his chin,
And forgets what he used to say,
Ah, me! forgets what he used to say!
No figure so fair as my own;
Now figures in columns of three
Perplex him and alter his tone!
He wonders how bills can come in
In this strange unaccountable way;
And frowns, with his hand to his chin,
And forgets what he used to say,
Ah, me! forgets what he used to say!
200
He says that he loves me the same,—
There's nothing, at least, I detect;—
But a maid when she changes her name
Hath many a change to expect.
I wish better times would appear,
That Harry again might be gay,
And whisper once more in my ear
The words that he used to say,
Ah, me! the words that he used to say!
There's nothing, at least, I detect;—
But a maid when she changes her name
Hath many a change to expect.
I wish better times would appear,
That Harry again might be gay,
And whisper once more in my ear
The words that he used to say,
Ah, me! the words that he used to say!
| Art and Fashion | |