Oh, were I but a city boy, How happy I should be, For everything the rich enjoy Would then be shared by me. I should not have to rise at two, Ere crowing of the cock; I'd have no dirty work to do; I'd dine at six o'clock. Oft to the theatre I should go; I'd drive a tandem team; Dressed up in style from top to toe, How handsome I should seem! A lot of girls on me would smile, And they'd be pretty, too; To flirt is hardly worth my while, Oh Betsy Jane, with you. To noble and refined pursuits Like those, my time I'd give; For working, feeding, like dumb brutes, It is not life to live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 13 by JAMES JOYCE A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS |