A flaxen-headed cowboy, as simple as may be,
And next a merry plough boy, I whistled oíer the lea;
But now a saucy footman, I strut in worsted lace,
And soon I'll be a butler, and whey my jolly face.
When steward Iím promoted Iíll snip the tradesmenís bill,
My masterís coffers empty, my pockets for to fill.
When lolling in my chariot so great a man Iíll be,
Youíll forget the little plough boy who whistled oíer the lea.
Iíll buy votes at elections, and when Iíve made the pelf,
Iíll stand poll for the parliament, and then vote in myself.
Whateverís good for me, sir, I never will oppose:
When all my ayes are sold off, why then I'll sell my noes.
Iíll joke, harangue and paragraph, with speeches charm the ear,
And when Iím tired on my legs, then Iíll sit down a peer.
In court or city honour so great a man Iíll be,
You'll forget the little plough boy who whistled oíer the lea.
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