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.