They hoped I’d be honest and true,
And ne’er in extravagance roam,
But what’s a poor devil to do
Without a remittance from home?
Post Office Orders or stamps, &c.
I have not the money for stamps,
So when I write home ev’ry day,
They think me the worst of young scamps,
For twopence each time they’ve to pay.
My best suit is sold, I possess