When we had any stock, we ne’er vauntit,
    Nor did we hing our heads when we wantit;
      But we always gave a share
      Of the little we could spare,
    When it pleased a kind Heaven to grant it;
      But we always gave a share, &c.

V.

    We never laid a scheme to be wealthy,
    By means that were cunning or stealthy;
      But we always had the bliss—­
      And what further could we wiss?—­
    To be pleased with ourselves, and be healthy;
      But we always had the bliss, &c.

VI.

    What though we cannot boast of our guineas? 
    We have plenty of Jockies and Jeanies;
      And these, I ’m certain, are
      More desirable by far
    Than a bag full of poor yellow steinies;
      And these, I am certain, are, &c.

VII.

    We have seen many wonder and ferly,
    Of changes that almost are yearly,
      Among rich folks up and down,
      Both in country and in town,
    Who now live but scrimply and barely;
      Among rich folks up and down, &c.

VIII.

    Then why should people brag of prosperity? 
    A straiten’d life we see is no rarity;
      Indeed, we ’ve been in want,
      And our living ’s been but scant,
    Yet we never were reduced to need charity;
      Indeed, we ’ve been in want, &c.

IX.

    In this house we first came together,
    Where we ’ve long been a father and mither;
      And though not of stone and lime,
      It will last us all our time;
    And I hope we shall ne’er need anither;
      And though not of stone and lime, &c.

X.

    And when we leave this poor habitation,
    We ’ll depart with a good commendation;
      We ’ll go hand in hand, I wiss,
      To a better house than this,
    To make room for the next generation;
      We ’ll go hand in hand, I wiss, &c.

    Then why should old age so much wound us? &c.

[2] This tune requires O to be added at the end of each of the long lines, but in reading the song the O is better omitted.

STILL IN THE WRONG.

I.

    It has long been my fate to be thought in the wrong,
      And my fate it continues to be;
    The wise and the wealthy still make it their song,
      And the clerk and the cottar agree. 
    There is nothing I do, and there ’s nothing I say,
      But some one or other thinks wrong;
    And to please them I find there is no other way,
      But do nothing, and still hold my tongue.

II.

    Says the free-thinking Sophist, “The times are refined
      In sense to a wondrous degree;
    Your old-fashion’d faith does but fetter the mind,
      And it ’s wrong not to seek to be free.” 
    Says the sage Politician, “Your natural share
      Of talents would raise you much higher,
    Than thus to crawl on in your present low sphere,
      And it ’s wrong in you not to aspire.”