Classic Poem

Oh, were I but a city boy,
How happy I should be,
For everything the rich enjoy
Would then be shared by me.

I should not have to rise at two,
Ere crowing of the cock;
I'd have no dirty work to do;
I'd dine at six o'clock.

Oft to the theatre I should go;
I'd drive a tandem team;
Dressed up in style from top to toe,
How handsome I should seem!

A lot of girls on me would smile,
And they'd be pretty, too;
To flirt is hardly worth my while,
Oh Betsy Jane, with you.

To noble and refined pursuits
Like those, my time I'd give;
For working, feeding, like dumb brutes,
It is not life to live.