|Series 834 H |
Oh What a Grumbling lot we are,There's nothing will suit us long; Whenever we've heard a grand march played We wished it had been a song. If the weather be hot and dry,We really wanted the rain And when the summer & Heat are gone,We wish they were back,Again. We wish we were rich,or very grand,(We sometimes wish we were good) Our relations are common,or very Proud,or might help us more if they would. But if we look round,and round again,and we need not look very far,To find many others worse off than ourselves So we're just as well of as we are."