Money

          When I had money, money,  O!
           I knew no Joy till I went poor;
        For many a false man as a friend
       Came knocking all day at my door.                                                                                                      Then felt I like a child that holds
          Trumpet that he must not blow
          Because a man is dead; I dared
 

       Not speak to let this false world know.        
        Much have I thought of life, and seen
        How poor men's hearts are ever light;
        And how their wives do Hum like bees
        About their work from morn till night.