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They cheered him from the wharf -- it was a glorious day: / His hand went to his scarf -- his thoughts were far away. / Oh, he was "Jolly Good", they sang it long and loud -- / The money lender stood unknown amongst the crowd. / He'd taken him aside, while trembling fit to fall, / No friendly eye espied the last farewell of all!
He held a peevish kid -- another at his knee; / The wife whom he could bid farewell -- eternally / Stood nagging at his side in tones that none could hear, / And deared him, tender eyed, when passengers came near / (The cabin waits below the row and children's squall, / And not a soul to know the bitter farce of all).