A surplus one enables us to do a kindly deed;
For we choose some young barrister, whose chance of work is dim,
And with a patronising nod, toss on the brief to him.
Chorus.—Oh, yes; we take the widow’s mite, the orphan’s little store,
And if a bigger fee come in, look at their briefs no more.
Our carelessness their lot may blight, their life, their honour mar,
But we’re a grasping family—we are! we are! we are!
The Incapable Barrister with a Connection sings.
We’re very jealous of our trade, and anxious to retain
Monopoly’s ill-omened aid our rivals to restrain;