I 'll join in the valse or the banquet, my dear,
But I cannot begin to be funny.
Go, tell your Mamma that the sun may arise
On a day when my cares shall have left me;
When Time shall once more have brought back, as he
flies,
All the hopes of which Time has bereft me.
Yes, the day may arrive that shall see me content
With my share of health, talent, and money:
Then, fitly to hail that auspicious event,