And let us reflect, o’er the flood as we wander,
How pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho!
How pleasant it is to have money.
Di. How light we go, how soft we skim,
And all in moonlight seem to swim!
The south side rises o’er our bark,
A wall impenetrably dark;
The north is seen profusely bright;
The water, is it shade or light?
Say, gentle moon, which conquers now