HOW THE MONEY COMES.

Queer John has sung, how money goes, But how it comes, who knows? Who knows? Why every Yankee mother's son Can tell you how "the thing" is done. It comes by honest toil and trade; By wielding sledge and driving spade, And building ships, balloons, and drums; And that's the way the money comes. How does it come? Why, as it goes, By spinning, weaving, knitting hose, By stitching shirts and coats for Jews, Erecting churches, renting pews, And manufacturing boots and shoes; For thumps and twists, and cuts and hues, And heads and hearts, tongues, lungs, and thumbs And that's the way the money comes. How does it come? The way is plain— By raising cotton, corn, and cane; By wind and steam, lightning and rain; By guiding ships across the main; By building bridges, roads, and dams, And sweeping streets, and digging clams, With whistles, hi's! ho's! and hums! And that's the way the money comes. The money comes—how did I say? Not always in an honest way. It comes by trick as well as toil, But how is that? why, slick as oil,— By putting peas in coffee-bags; By swapping watches, knives, and nags, And peddling wooden clocks and plums; And that's the way the money comes. How does it come?—wait, let me see, It very seldom comes to me; It comes by rule I guess, and seale, Sometimes by riding on a rail, But oftener, that's the way it goes From silly belles and fast young beaux; It comes in big, nay, little sums, Ay! that's the way the money comes.