And then how they altered from what they’d just said,
Their cant, it was really provoking,
To hear them exclaim, as each hung down his head,
“Lord! Tom, we were only a joking.”
Now, who in the world so blest as me,
With so many kind relations?
I am asked to dinner, to supper, to tea,
I’ve a hundred invitations!
But their crawling presents I daily return,
Their kindness to me they may scant it,