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AN EGOTIST.
There are some things I value most,
A pretty girl, a pipe, a ghost,
A lily on the lea,
A legacy, a crimson kiss,
White arms that make a bower of bliss,
A cottage by the sea.
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A lily on the lea,
A legacy, a crimson kiss,
White arms that make a bower of bliss,
A cottage by the sea.
There are some things I value most,
A lawyer's letter by the post—
With nothing in the bank,
A walk with Una and the stars,
The pick of neighbours' best cigars,
An evening's fun with Frank.
A lawyer's letter by the post—
With nothing in the bank,
A walk with Una and the stars,
The pick of neighbours' best cigars,
An evening's fun with Frank.
There are some things I value most,
A haunch of venison hot and roast
For which I never paid,
A vote, a Punch-and-Judy show,
A jest, clear soup, a quiet row
With Undine's tender aid.
A haunch of venison hot and roast
For which I never paid,
A vote, a Punch-and-Judy show,
A jest, clear soup, a quiet row
With Undine's tender aid.
There are some things I value most,
A yachting trip along the coast
At some dear man's expense,
A play, a cousin in the Guards,
A lucky chance to cheat at cards,
A passion if intense.
A yachting trip along the coast
At some dear man's expense,
A play, a cousin in the Guards,
A lucky chance to cheat at cards,
A passion if intense.
There are some things I value most,
A salmon steak, a hearty toast
Of beauty's lips or legs,
A ballet queen, a Dresden jug,
A royal Prince, a clever pug,
That (like a parson) begs.
A salmon steak, a hearty toast
Of beauty's lips or legs,
A ballet queen, a Dresden jug,
A royal Prince, a clever pug,
That (like a parson) begs.
There are some things I value most,
A billet doux, good beer, a host
Who gives his treasure stored,
A nap in Church, a borrowed silk
Umbrella, rich relations, milk
By human kindness poured.
A billet doux, good beer, a host
Who gives his treasure stored,
A nap in Church, a borrowed silk
Umbrella, rich relations, milk
By human kindness poured.
There are some things I value most,
A horse whereon to bet and boast,
A woman going straight,
A moor where grouse are sometimes killed,
A golden goose, a hamper filled
With precious Christmas freight.
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A woman going straight,
A moor where grouse are sometimes killed,
A golden goose, a hamper filled
With precious Christmas freight.
There are some things I value most,
Beyond the fruits of vat and oast,
A little honest pelf
From maiden aunts and wealthy friends
Who drop their coin like candle ends—
But above all myself.
Beyond the fruits of vat and oast,
A little honest pelf
From maiden aunts and wealthy friends
Who drop their coin like candle ends—
But above all myself.
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