Legal and other lyrics; with explantory notes and a glossary . ed, renowned, renowned, Though we have store Of wit and loreThat might the world astound, astound, astound. We wonder what their agents think— Or if they think at all—Who still employ these little men, With voice so thin and small,You scarce can hear a sound, a sound, a sound,While we walk idly round, around, around—With lungs to makeThe rafters shakeAnd vaulted roofs rebound, rebound, rebound. As for that clerk of evil fame, Accursed let him be,Who tempteth meaner souls than ours To plead for a half a fee—With emphasis profound, p
Legal and other lyrics; with explantory notes and a glossary . ed, renowned, renowned, Though we have store Of wit and loreThat might the world astound, astound, astound. We wonder what their agents think— Or if they think at all—Who still employ these little men, With voice so thin and small,You scarce can hear a sound, a sound, a sound,While we walk idly round, around, around—With lungs to makeThe rafters shakeAnd vaulted roofs rebound, rebound, rebound. As for that clerk of evil fame, Accursed let him be,Who tempteth meaner souls than ours To plead for a half a fee—With emphasis profound, profound, profound,We execrate the hound, the hound, the hound,As to and froEach day we goAcross the earthen Mound, a-Mound, a-Mound ! WE BE THREE POOR BARRISTERS. 145 Yet not because were thus forgot Down-hearted shall we be;The pluckless soul may yield to grief— Well live in jollity !Well pass the glass around, around, around,And thus dull care confound, confound, confound,Xor heed the feeSo long weWith mirth and glee abound, abound, abound. K. Come, wed with a Lawyer! 147 Cfjc SLafogcrs Suit. A m—For the lack of Gold. m why, lady, why, when I come to your side,Repulse your poor suitor with such haughty pride?Thai youll never wed with a Lawyer you swear—But why bo averse to a Lawyer, my dear? • an it be, because I have thoughl and have read,Till my heart t<. the world ami its pleasures La dead I lw! my heart may be hard, but thru it is clearYour triumphs the greater to mell it, my dearl an it be that because my eyea have grown dim,And my colour is wan, and my body is slim I •v I the lin h ot the almond as rough may appear—But what do you thin! ot the kernel, my dear? 148 THE LAWYERS SUIT. Would you wed with a Fop full of apish grimace,Whose antics would call all the blood to your face 1Take me, from confusion youre sure to be clear,For a Lawyers neer troubled with blushes, my dear ! Would you wed with a Merchant, whod curse and Avhod banCause
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