And the sweet little innocent prattle of Youth:
Not to mention the striking of clocks -
Cackle of hens--crowing of cocks -
Lowing of cow, and bull, and ox -
Bleating of pretty pastoral flocks -
Murmur of waterfall over the rocks -
Every sound that Echo mocks -
Vocals, fiddles, and musical-box -
And zounds! to call such a concert dear!
But I mustn't 'swear with my horn in your ear.'
Why, in buying that Trumpet you buy all those
That Harper, or any Trumpeter, blows
At the Queen's Levees or the Lord Mayor's Shows,
At least as far as the music goes,
Including the wonderful lively sound,
Of the Guards' key-bugles all the year round;
Come--suppose we call it a pound!
Come," said the talkative Man of the Pack,
"Before I put my box on my back,
For this elegant, useful Conductor of Sound,
Come, suppose we call it a pound!

"Only a pound: it's only the price
Of hearing a concert once or twice,
It's only the fee
You might give Mr. C.
And after all not hear his advice,
But common prudence would bid you stump it;
For, not to enlarge,
It's the regular charge