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I wish you joy, my little ragged throng-- Your Dad's a millionaire! The fortune's come, we've waited for so long, And I'm a millionaire! Come Will, come Bub--go buy some better shoes; Come Liz, come Lu--go tell your Ma the news-- Though once poor, we're now as rich as Jews, For I'm a millionaire.
Hurrah! hurrah! now give us a rousing song-- Good bye! good bye! to poverty, want and care; The fortune's come, we've waited for so long, And Dad's a millionaire!
Good news! I'll go a shopping--so I will, For Dad's a millionaire! And I must have a thousand dollar bill, As Dad'a a millionaire! Put on your duds, and you'll go with me Lu! Come Bub, go call a carriage from the square; We'll ride in style along the avenue, For Dad's a millionaire.
Hip, hip, hooray! run up the striped flay-- My Dad's a millionaire! This bless-ed day, I'll buy a trotting nag, For Dad's a millionaire! I vow, I'll smoke three-cent gigars no more! Here, take them Bub, and pitch them out the door; I'll have the best--the dearest in the store, Now Dad's a millionaire.
So, wife, you think this house will never do Now I'm a millionaire? Well, I must build a mansion then for you, As I'm a millionaire! Though as for me, I think I should invest-- My whole pile in some mammoth farm out West, Yet I can build, if you should think it best, Since I'm a millionaire.
I'll tell you what! we'll give a party then, As Dad's a millionaire! And we'll invite none but the "upper ten," Since Dad's a millionaire! I should be sure to find another beau, For dukes and lords, and nobles would be there-- I've turn'd him off--the tailor's clerk, you know, Now Dad's a millionaire.
Henry Clay Work
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