Torments me till I cry,
Do please give me a Penny, Sir!
Consols, or Dividends, or Rents
Don't interest me much;
"Goschens," reduced or otherwise,
Are things I may not touch,
Two hundred pounds per year, all told,
Leaves little room for "exes;"
And 'tisn't only public men
That "lack of pence" much vexes.