A beggar lay whistling there!
He whistled, and sang, and laughed, and rolled
On the grass in the soft June air.
The weary couriers paused and looked
At the scamp so blithe and gay;
And one of them said, “Heaven save you friend!
You seem to be happy to-day.”
“O yes, fair sirs,” the rascal laughed,
And his voice rang free and glad;
“An idle man has so much to do