For He was a Jolly Good Fellow T HEY 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). Their hearts were good as gold, each pocket spared a "tray", They pooled them as of old to drink him on his way. His pile of luggage rose, as bravely as the best -- He had two suits of clothes, his wife and kids the rest. He'd "stood 'em up" a sov., for fear of seeming small, And he was thinking of that worst farewell of all. They cheered from cargo ways and ballast heap and pile, To last him all his days -- they sent him off in style. (He only took his book.) He only turned his head In one last hopeless look towards a cargo shed Where one stood brimming eyed in silence by the wall -- No