IT'S LITTLE FOR GLORY I CARE It's little for glory I care; Sure ambition is only a fable; I'd as soon be myself as Lord Mayor, With lashins of drink on the table. I like to lie down in the sun, And drame when my faytures is scorchin', That when I'm too ould for more fun, Why, I'll marry a wife with a fortune. And in winter, with bacon and eggs, And a place at the turf-fire basking, Sip my punch as I roasted my legs, Oh! the devil a more I'd be asking. For I haven't a jaynius for work -- It was never the gift of the Bradies - But I'd make a most illigant Turk, For I'm fond of tobacco and ladies. -- Charles James Lever (1806-1872)