Sit with a miser or a cheat,
Or cankered party sinner.
Ease makes the sons of labour glad,
Ease travels with the merry lad
Who whistles by his waggon;
With me she prattles all day long,
And choruses my simple song,
And shares my foaming flagon.
The lamp of life is soon burnt out;
Then who’d for riches make a rout,