 Wealth, my lad, was made to wander, Let it wander as it will; Call the jockey, call the pander, Bid them come and take their fill. When the bonny blade carouses, Pockets full, and spirits high — What are acres? What are houses? Only dirt, or wet or...  The European Magazine, and London Review - Page 511800Full view - About this book
 | Theresa Fein - 1938 - 252 pages
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...Jennies, All the names that banish care. Lavish of your grandsire's guineas, Show the spirit of an heir. Wealth, my lad, was made to wander, Let it wander...jockey, call the pander, Bid them come and take their fill. When the bonny blade carouses, Pockets full and spirits high — What are acres ? what are houses... | |
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