“And what do I think of New York?”
“And now, in my higher ambition,
With whom do I waltz, flirt, or talk?”
“And isn’t it nice to have riches,
And diamonds and silks, and all that?”
“And isn’t it a change to the ditches
Well, yes—if you saw us out driving
Each day in the Park, four-in-hand—
If you saw poor dear mania contriving