Carols of Cockayne / The Third Edition, 1874

by Henry S. Leigh

My own—my upper G.

It greets me in my festal hours,

It brings my gloom relief;

It sprinkles life with loveliest flowers

And plucks the sting from grief.

I'd smile at poverty and pain;

I'd welcome death with glee—

If till the last I might retain

My own—my upper G!