UPPER TEN AND LOWER FIVE.
Nobleman.-I have no coppers, my good man.
Three times to you I've told.
Beggar.-I don't object to silver, sir,
And I ain't too proud for gold.
N.-But I am one of the upper ten, good man.
So to be polite contrive.
B.-I begs your pardon, my good lord,
I'm one of the lower five.
N.-Well, I belong to the upper ten, the upper ten, the upper ten,
Eight thousand a year is my income clear,
And I manage to spend it too.
B.-And I belong to the lower five, the lower five, the lower five
I live in a dive, and sometimes contrive
To pick up a copper or two.
N.-My coat is of the latest cut.
No doubt you can perceive.
B.-My coat is cut all over, And
I've cut away the sleeve.
N.-For a good fit no boots like mine you'll see,
For, in fact, there are none such.
B. -Vell, my boots ain't like yourn at all, 'Cos mine fit me rather much.-Chorus.
N.-My uncle lent me all his tin
When I was quite a lad.
B.-My uncle lent me 'alf a crown
On the last good coat I 'ad.
N.-Lady de Vere, of the upper ten,
I shall wed when twenty-five.
B.-I'm going to marry Sukey Scraggs,
Who belongs to the lower five.-Chorus.
N.-Please call my carriage, my good man,
And pray don't make a fuss.
B.-I never in a carriage ride,
I go by Walker's 'bus.
N.- Well, as you seem to-be hard up, good man,
A gold sovereign I will give.
B.-Ah! you rich men, sir, scarcely know
How half of this world do live.-Chorus.