The time that I stated ’twas thought,
He scarcely could raise half a crown,
And some people say not a groat,
Till a lady arrived in the town.
But soon he found money in hand,
Enough for to purchase a farm,
Of two hundred acres of land,
Which did all his cravings disarm.
He attended me once to ease pain;
I found him a man very wise;
Awhile would my patience detain;
To tell me the stocks could not rise.
He said that the state was so poor,
A bankrupt it soon would be found,
I told him to state it no more
His noddle I feared was unsound.
The camelion its colours oft change,
And so can the doctor his plan,
To loyalty’s converse can range,
To suit any very rich man.
With the ladies he neatly can toy,
I mean quite by decency’s rule;
Yet his nonsense the wiser annoy,
Of sagacity’s plan but a tool.
A more sober man cannot be,
For water is chief of his drink;
He is very well liked on by me,
I’m always for purple and pink.
CHEERFUL ISAAC.
Tune—“The Wedding Day.”