Fortune their humble dwelling never knew,
And Science there ne’er shed her piercing ray.
Yet, e’en their welcome holiday they keep,
A smile of pleasure sparkles in their eyes;
Drest in their Sunday’s suits, and drinking deep,
They draw the smile and pity of the wise.
Their wants, their woes, without disguise made known,
The void, in conversation oft supply:
And many saving maxims are laid down,
That teach the poor, lank hunger to defy.