One little Boy.

I’m a little gentleman,

Play, and ride, and dance I can:

Very handsome clothes I wear,

And I live on dainty fare:

And whenever out I ride,

I’ve a servant by my side.

And I never, all the day,

Need do any thing but play,

Nor even soil my little hand,

Because I am so very grand:

Oh! I’m very glad, I’m sure,

I need not labour, like the poor.

For I think I could not bear

Such old shabby clothes to wear;

To lie upon so hard a bed,

And only live on barley bread;

And what is worse, too, ev’ry day

To have to work as hard as they.