For I help them their honors and patients to win.
I lead in all mischief, and am ever in blame;
Though I live in the mounts far from city and town,
I’m the first to make merry,—but guess my true name,
And among the morose you will all set me down.
Without me, e’en music would soon make you sick,
And your home would lose most of its value and worth;
The friends of good morals would all miss me quick,
And the meek and the humble would cease from the earth
But though I oft meet with the mighty and mean,