The Four Old Men

In the Café where I sit
The four old men who look like bards
Are playing at a game of cards ;
And they are enjoying it.

They are so eager at their play,
They shout together joyously,
They laugh with all their voices, they
Are like the little boys you see
Playing in your nursery.

But they'd be angry, they would rave
And swear and take it quite amiss,
If you walked across and gave
Each a penny and a kiss.

Songs From The Clay [1915]