A starving life all day we lead
No comfort here is found,
At night we make one common bed
Upon the boarded ground;
Where fleas in troops and bugs in shoals
Into our bosoms creep,
And Death Watch Spiders round ye walls
Disturb us in our sleep.
Were Socrates alive, and bound
With us to lead his life,
'Twould move his patience far beyond
His crabbed scolding wife;
Hard lodging and much harder fare
Would try the wisest sage,
Nay! even make a parson swear
And curse the sinful age.
Thus we insolvent debtors live,
Yet we may boldly say
Worse villians often credit give
Than those that never pay;
For wealthty knaves can with applause
Cheat on and ne'er be try'd
But in contempt of human laws
In coaches safely ride.
© 2006 Myvesta.org.uk
No comfort here is found,
At night we make one common bed
Upon the boarded ground;
Where fleas in troops and bugs in shoals
Into our bosoms creep,
And Death Watch Spiders round ye walls
Disturb us in our sleep.
Were Socrates alive, and bound
With us to lead his life,
'Twould move his patience far beyond
His crabbed scolding wife;
Hard lodging and much harder fare
Would try the wisest sage,
Nay! even make a parson swear
And curse the sinful age.
Thus we insolvent debtors live,
Yet we may boldly say
Worse villians often credit give
Than those that never pay;
For wealthty knaves can with applause
Cheat on and ne'er be try'd
But in contempt of human laws
In coaches safely ride.
© 2006 Myvesta.org.uk