When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .
I'll suit my fancy in every way.
My house will stand on the side of a hill
By a slow, broad river, deep and still,

As a knocker there, like a vibrant drum,
To let me know that a friend has come,
By the fireplace where the fir logs blaze
And the smoke rolls up in a weaving haze.

Pewter and bronze and hammered brass;
Old carved wood and gleaming glass;
Dragons in silk on a Mandarin suit
In a chest that is filled with vagabond-loot.

We manufacture Pewter and Bronze and hammered brass Old carved wood and gleaming glass, Candles in polychrome candlesticks,and peasant lamps in floating wicks, Dragons in silk on a Mandarin suit, In a chest that is filled with vagabond-loot.All of the beautiful useless things. That a vagabonds aimless drifting brings.