Some folks live in better houses,
Some folks live on daintier cheer,
But none of them have got such spouses,
Nor such bacca nor such beer.
And every morning for my breakfast, &c.
Blest with health and my old cratur,
From all feuds and discord free,
I'm quite convinced throughout all nature
There ain't a happier chap than me.
'Cos every morning for my breakfast, &c.
Lines to my Bull Dog.
On being advised to get rid of a very perfect specimen, then in my possession.
I love thee, Rattler, for thine honest heart,
And 'gainst traducers, gladly take thy part:
Thou 'rt faithful, Rattler, no time-serving friend,
But lovest (once loving) truly to the end.
A change of fortune makes no change in thee,
Which 'mong our biped friends we often see;
Watchful as ever of thy master's weal;
Warm, too, as ever is the love you feel.
The worst thing 'gainst thee I have yet heard said,
Is, thou hast gotten a true Bulldog's head;
But tell them, Rattler, ere we two shall part,
They first must prove thou lack'st a bulldog's heart;
Till then, my canine friend, I'll love thee still,
Let a fastidious world say what it will.
