I like to be jolly, in a moderate way,
But think it a pity to hear folks say,
Drink and be merry till the break of day;
   No 'Jolly Dog' am I.
On my exertions I depend,
   No other wealth I crave,
And though I have the heart to spend,
   I've still the sense to save.

        Chorus: For I never drink hard it don't suit me,
   Nor toast my friend with a one, two, three,
   Merry and wise is the motto for me,
     And up with the lark in the morning.

There's a time for pleasure, and a time for play,
A time to labour, and a time to be gay;
If the sun shines bright, you must make your hay,
   And I'll tell the reason why,
Today we may be hale and strong,
   Tomorrow who can tell,
Without the health to earn a pound,
   Without a friend as well.
        Chorus: So I never drink hard,...


If I had the money that many have got,
I'd scatter a bit in the laborers' cot,
And the struggling poor, for I pity their lot,
   No miserly man am I.
No deserving man should say,
   He ever pass'd my door
In want, upon the world's highway,
   I'd ne'er forget the poor.
        Chorus: Though I never drink hard,...


So I've always a penny if I want to lend,
I've always a penny if I want to spend,
I've always a penny for a poor old friend,
   For a careful man am I.
I envy not the rich man's lot,
   Or princes' diadem;
The poor man working at the plough,
   Will one day equal them.

Written and composed by Harry Clifton & F.A. Springthorpe
Performed by Harry Clifton (1832-1872)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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