When I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor men's hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O!
My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O!
My friends are real, though very few.
When I had money, money, O!I knew no joy till I went poor;For many a false man as a friendCame knocking all day at my door.Then felt I like a child that holdsA trumpet that he must not blowBecause a man is dead; I daredNot speak to let this false world know.Much have I thought of life, and seenHow poor men's hearts are ever light;And how their wives do hum like beesAbout their work from morn till night.So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,And see the rich ones coldly frownPoor men, think I, need not go upSo much as rich men should come down.When I had money, money, O!My many friends proved all untrue;But now I have no money, O!My friends are real, though very few.
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