Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/'Tis all One to Me
'Tis All One to Me.
A Song by a Contented Fellow.
Oh, 'tis all one to me, all one,
Whether I've money or whether I've none.
Whether I've money or whether I've none.
He who has money can buy him a wife,
And he who has none can be free for life.
And he who has none can be free for life.
He who has money can trade if he choose,
And he who has none has nothing to lose.
And he who has none has nothing to lose.
He who has money has cares not a few,
And he who has none can sleep the night through.
And he who has none can sleep the night through.
He who has money can squint at the fair,
And he who has none escapes from much care.
And he who has none escapes from much care.
He who has money can go to the play,
And he who has none at home can stay.
And he who has none at home can stay.
He who has money can travel about,
And he who has none can do without.
And he who has none can do without.
He who has money can be coarse as he will,
And he who has none can be coarser still.
And he who has none can be coarser still.
He who has money can drink the best wine,
And he who has none with the gout will not pine.
And he who has none with the gout will not pine.
He who has money the cash must pay,
And who has none says "Charge it, I pray."
And who has none says "Charge it, I pray."
He who has money must die some day,
And who has none must go the same way.
And who has none must go the same way.
Oh, 'tis all one to me, all one,
Whether I've money or whether I've none.
Whether I've money or whether I've none.