With fairy-like grounds, and a bark
O'er its miniature waters to glide.
There oft, 'neath the pale twilight star,
Or the moonlight unruffled and clear,
My meerschaum I'd smoke, or cigar,
If I had a thousand a-year.

I'd have pictures and statues, with taste--
Such as ladies unblushing might view--
In my drawing and dining-rooms placed,
With many a gem of virtù.
My study should be an affair
The heart of a book-worm to cheer--
All compact, with its easy spring chair,
If I had a thousand a-year.

A cellar I'd have quite complete
With wines, so _recherché_, well stored;
And jovial guests often should meet
Round my social and well-garnish'd board.
But I would have a favourite few,
To my heart and my friendship _more_ dear;
And I'd marry--I mustn't tell who--
If I had a thousand a-year.

With comforts so many, what more
Could I ask of kind Fortune to grant?
Humph! a few olive branches--say four--
As pets for my old maiden aunt.
Then, with health, there'd be nought to append.