She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!