When it wasn’t we went without[427] it, and we did the best we could.
We were happy and loved each other, and laughed at the shifts we made,—
Where love makes plenty of sunshine, there poverty casts no shade.
Well, at last we got to London, and did pretty well for a bit;
Then the business dropped to nothing, and the manager took a flit,—[428]
Stepped off one Sunday morning, forgetting the treasury call;
But our luck was in, and we managed right on our feet[429] to fall.
We got an offer for Melbourne,—got it that very week.
Those were the days when thousands went over their fortunes to seek,
The days of the great gold fever, and a manager thought the spot