At the Haymarket

I danced at your ball a year ago,
     To-night I pay for your bread and cheese,
“And a glass of bitters, if you please,
     For you drank my best champagne, you know!”

Madcap ever, you laugh the while,
     As you drink your bitters and munch your bread;
The face is the same, and the same old smile
     Came up at a word I said.

A year ago I danced at your ball,
     I sit by your side in the bar to-night;
And the luck has changed, you say: that’s all!
     And the luck will change, you say: all right!

For the men go by, and the rent’s to pay,
     And you haven’t a friend in the world to-day;
And the money comes and the money goes:
     And to-night, who cares? and to-morrow, who knows?