A little bread–a crust–a crumb—
A little trust–a demijohn—
Can keep the soul alive—
Not portly, mind! but breathing–warm—
Conscious—as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!
A modest lot–A fame petite—
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor’s business is the shore!
A Soldier’s—balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!
