Half-a-crown?
Who despises it, in all the town,
You shall find a human being never
From the tinselled monarch to the clown.
Let a man be dull of brain or clever,
Be his lot, or up in life or down,
Easily from him you shall not sever
Half-a-crown.
Around and about the singer his song disperses
He flings to the heavens a crashing mellifluous shout.