He that’s wealthy, carves his roast with silver blade,
He that’s needy, licks his lips and stands dismayed.
He that’s wealthy, cheeks aglow like cherry wine,
He that’s needy, wan and thin as Death’s design.
Refrain:
Yet faith, I care not — let the world’s groom be!
No grief shall darken merry heart in me.
He that’s wealthy, dares speak truth before the throne,
He that’s needy, whispers truth to self alone.
He that’s wealthy, puffs a sweet cigar with flair,
He that’s needy, sucks a twig and breathes the air.
He that’s wealthy, rides in carriage trimmed with song,
He that’s needy, walks the weary road full long.
He that’s wealthy, wears his silk and velvet proud,
He that’s needy, shows his elbow to the crowd.
Refrain:
Yet faith, I care not — let the world’s groom be!
No grief shall darken merry heart in me.
He that’s wealthy, sports his shoes of softest hide,
He that’s needy, bare of foot must onward stride.
He that’s wealthy, finds each portal open wide,
He that’s needy, tumbles down the steps outside.
He that’s wealthy, wins the maidens’ eager sigh,
He that’s needy, dreams alone and wonders why.
He that’s wealthy, strays from wedlock, none will scold,
He that’s needy, fails in love and dies of cold.
Refrain:
Yet faith, I care not — let the world’s groom be!
No grief shall darken merry heart in me.
He that’s wealthy, wins in court with lawyer’s jest,
He that’s needy, pays his dues in gaol, unblest.
He that’s wealthy, bankrupt oft — yet feasts again,
He that’s needy, shakes his purse and counts his pain.
He that’s wealthy, boasts and drinks ‘til dawn anew,
He that’s needy, hums a tune and braves the dew.
He that’s wealthy, borne to grave ‘mid candle’s light,
He that’s needy, wheeled away in dead of night.
Refrain:
Yet faith, I care not — let the world’s groom be!
No grief shall darken merry heart in me.
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