(With convivial compliments to Mr. James Molloy.)
The Derby’s here, and I’m getting grey,
By Jove I’m fifty if I’m a day;
But through dust and sun, I like my fun
As the cab rolls on.
So we, that is Jones my friend and I,
Have each to our wives made this reply:
“Yes, we’re going,—like two staid elderly men,
But don’t mean, my dear, to do it again.”
And its always the same! Serious tones,—