Then buy yourself, for fear of rain,
A solid, useful, good, and plain
Umbrella!
In fact, for rain we cannot sell a
Much better thing than our Umbrella!
This funny song is well worth the tiresome verse sung at present—
He has not an Umbrella, well
It is no matter, while it’s fine;
But when the rain comes down pell-mell,
Why, then he’s wetted to the spine! . . . .