In the days when I was hard up, I bowed my spirits down,
And often have I sought a friend to borrow half-a-crown;
How many are there in this world whose evils I can scan,
The shabby suit of toggery, but can not see the man.
In the days when I was hard up, I found a blissful hope,
It’s all a poor man’s heritage to keep him from the rope;
Now I’ve found a good old maxim, and this shall be my plan,
Altho’ I wear a ragged coat, I’ll wear it like a man.