"Come along, 'tis the time, ten or more minutes past, And he who came first had to wait for the last. The oysters ere this had been in and been out; While I have been sitting and thinking about How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money! "A clear soup with eggs; _voilà tout_; of the fish The _filets de sole_ are a moderate dish _A la Orly_, but you're for red mullet, you say. By the gods of good fare, who can question to-day How pleasant it is, etc. "After oysters, Sauterne; then sherry; champagne; Ere one bottle goes, comes another again; Fly up, thou bold cork, to the ceiling above, And tell to our ears in the sounds that we love How pleasant it is, etc. "I've the simplest of tastes; absurd it may be, But I almost could dine on a _poulet au riz_, Fish and soup and omelette, and that--but the deuce-- There were to be woodcocks, and not _charlotte russe_! So pleasant it is, etc. "Your Chablis is acid, away with the Hock, Give me the pure juice of the purple Médoc; St. Péray is exquisite; but, if you please, Some Burgundy first, before tasting the cheese. So pleasant it is, etc. "As for that, pass the bottle, and hang the expense-- I've seen it observed by a writer of sense That the labouring classes could scarce live a day If people like us didn't eat, drink, and pay. So useful it is, etc. "One ought to be grateful, I quite apprehend, Having dinner and supper and plenty to spend. And so, suppose now, while the things go away, By way of a grace we all stand up and say, How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money!"