He breaths the air of liberty!
Dejected, pale, and worn with grief,
Deserted by each sunshine friend,
Where shall poor Snob obtain relief?
How shall his prison troubles end?
Cheer up thy drooping heart, old boy.
And bid thy partner dry her tears;
On thee hath dawn'd a day of joy—
A brother and a friend appears.
He comes to ope thy prison door,