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.