Weekly Trinity Journal

It
Is
So!
I've been many a year
Who would marry a churl
Provided he'd plenty of gold,
And would live to repent
When the money was spent—
When she found that her heart had been sold.
It is so! It is so!
You may smile if you like,
But it's so!
I've known many a lass
Who would thoughtlessly pass
Whole hours parading the street,
While her mother would scrub
All the while at the tub,
Never minding the cold nor the heat.
It is so! It is so
You may smile if you like,
But it's so!
There is many a man
Who will "dress" if he can,
No matter how empty his purse;
And his tailor may look
When he settles his book,
But his patron has bolted, or worse.
It is so! It is so!
You may smile if you like,
But it's so!
I know people so nice
They will faint in a trice
If you mention hard labor to them;
Yet their parents were poor,
And were forced to endure
Many hardships life's current to stem.
It is so! It is so!
You may smile if you like,
But it's so!
There are many about,
With a face long drawn out,
Who will prate for the harm of a laugh;
Yet they'll cheat all the week,
Though on Sundays so meek;
To my mind they're too pious by half.
It is so! It is so!
You may smile if you like,
But it's so!