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Rh We lived upon the ragged edge, and grub was never sure, But oh, these were the happy days, the days when we were poor.

Alas! old man, we’re wealthy now, it’s sad beyond a doubt; We cannot dodge prosperity, success has found us out. Your eye is very dull and drear, my brow is creased with care, We realize how hard it is to be a millionaire. The burden’s heavy on our backs–you’re thinking of your rents, I’m worrying if I’ll invest in five or six per cents. We’ve limousines, and marble halls, and flunkeys by the score, We play the part… but say, old chap, oh, isn’t it a bore? We work like slaves, we eat too much, we put on evening dress; We’ve everything a man can want, I think… but happiness.

Come, let us sneak away, old chum; forget that we are rich, And earn an honest appetite, and scratch an honest itch.