(Trixy, thank fate! ’s the last girl we’ve to dower)
Blazon your mottoes of blessing and prayer—
If it so be you are not a tax-payer!
Warble, O bugle! and trumpet, O blare!
True, we must pay, but we won’t seem to care.
Welcome him, welcome him, then, to our stand!
Blow ye his praises, ye huge German band!
Penniless bridegroom, yet happy is he,
Knowing his bride will have much £ s. d.
So come to our heart, and accept, if you will,