''I'll build a high house, on this hill, says old Grub,
Where house never stood before;
A man like Goliah shall stand at my gate,
And drive far away all the poor,
With a bang!
Yes! the beggars he'll keep from my door!

''My eldest son, Tom, shall prime minister be;
Soon Will shall the army lead:
My daughter shall give to Lord Simple her hand;
I'm rich, and am sure to succeed,
Worth a plum!
Yes! I'm rich, and must therefore succeed!

''I'll level yon mountain, and dig a large lake,
Where navies in safety may ride;
Then fill it with all the choice fish of the sea,
And angle in punt by the side;
Charming sport!
While I smoke in my punt, by the side!

''Yon cottages, too, must be all clear'd away,
And so shall the old thatch'd mill;
The alms--house I'll soon to a dog--kennel turn;
The poor may e'en go where they will,
What care I!
Yes! the poor may e'en starve where they will!

''On the right of my house, a church like St. Paul's,
On the left, a castle I'll plan;
That the gentles may say, as they travel that way,
See the works of a marvellous man!
Blest retreat!
These are works of a marvellous man!

''Then the neighbours around I'll frighten with law,
Till all near me, worth having, is mine;
Shou'd a clown shoot a hare, I'll confine him for life,
None but fools will to mercy incline!
Let him rot!
Yes! fools may to mercy incline!''

Now old Grub hobbl'd home, and smok'd a long pipe,
And bottom'd a mug of small beer;
Then went to his bed; soon the grim spectre, Death,
Cut him off in his crazy career:
All was done!
Unless we do good whilst we're here!

From the prince to the peasant, in every state,
What Grubs do we daily see!
May his castles endure who feedeth the poor;
After death he rewarded will be:
Yes, he will!
Yes! rewarded he surely will be!