Money can purchase,
We'll give you a Song.
II.
But still the plague spread far and wide,
Bad novels were written and bought and read,
In which handsome wives took their husbands' lives,
And maidens behaved as if they were wed:
So the people stormed and some of them swore,
'"Good Words" they butter no parsnips, no;
So give us a song, both sweet and strong,