Pay Day

We draw our pay on Saturday,

     Then half a day for rest;

A dinner then for hungry men,

     A layout of the best.

Plague take the bill, we have our fill,

     The best the house affords;

On Saturday we draw our pay,

     And spend it then like lords!

The game we take, a little stake,

     What care we, win or lose?

Then to the show at night we go,

     And dinner at its close.

On Sunday we to beach and sea,

     Or off to country scenes;

With touring car we sail afar

     And thus reduce our means.

On Saturday we drew our pay, –

When Monday comes we go

To dinner where it’s cheaper fare,

     And men sit in a row.

The sumpt’ous lay of Saturday

     Is but a hungry dream;

To make our cash procure us hash

     We’ve now to plan and scheme.

O, blessed pay of Saturday!

     O, gay and festive spread!

It simply means but pork and beans

     When Friday slums its head.

But ne’er a care for simple fare

     Or scanty rations when

On Saturday we draw our pay,

     And we are happy then!

June 17, ‘09