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1865–1945

IN THE HAYMARKET.

Arthur Symons

I DANCED at your ball a year ago, To-night I pay for your bread and cheese, “And a glass of bitters, if you please, For you drank my best champagne, you know!”

Madcap ever, you laugh the while, As you drink your bitters and munch your bread; The face is the same, and the same old smile Came up at a word I said.

A year ago I danced at your ball, I sit by your side in the bar to-night; And the luck has changed, you say: that's all! And the luck will change, you say: all right!

For the men go by, and the rent's to pay, And you have n't a friend in the world to-day; And the money comes and the money goes: And to-night, who cares? and to-morrow, who knows?

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