If I had a thousand a-year.
A villa I’d have near the Park,
From Town just an appetite-ride;
With fairy-like grounds, and a bark
O’er its miniature waters to glide.
There oft, ’neath the pale twilight star,
Or the moonlight unruffled and clear,
My meerschaum I’d smoke, or cigar,
If I had a thousand a-year.
I’d have pictures and statues, with taste—