Air—“Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we’ll forget them.”
Though num’rous our debts are, yet soon we forget them,
When free from a bailiff’s or turnkey’s rude powers;
For never were hearts, if the nabmen would let them,
More formed to be jovial and light than ours.
But though without cash
We oft cut a dash,
And credit besprinkles our path with flowers,
Yet the day will come
When we’re found at home!