The poem
HALLO there! A glass!
Ha! the draught's truly sweet! If for drink go my shoes,
I shall still have my feet.
A maiden and wine,
With sweet music and song,-- I would they were mine,
All life's journey along!
If I depart from this sad sphere, And leave a will behind me here, A suit at law will be preferr'd, But as for thanks,--the deuce a word! So ere I die, I squander all, And that a proper will I call.
HIS COMRADE.
Hallo there! A glass!
Ha! the draught's truly sweet If thou keepest thy shoes,
Thou wilt then spare thy feet.
A maiden and wine,
With sweet music and song, On pavement, are thine,
All life's journey along!