Six thousand a year, in advance, you see,
To enjoy, when you've pulled it thro'.
Or, seizing your pile, by a dextrous coup,
Before they have time, to look down,
From the castles, in the air,
You have built for them there,
You can take a foreign ticket from town.
"And tho' you are lagged, at the ends of the earth,
You'll still find a breach, or a flaw,
Whereby you can slip, thro' the quips, that confuse,