SPURN not the nobly born
With love affected,
Nor treat with virtuous scorn The well connected.
High rank involves no shame—
I boast an equal claim
With him of humble name To be respected! Blue blood! Blue blood! When virtuous love is sought, Thy power is naught, Though dating from the Flood, Blue blood!
Spare me the bitter pain Of stern denials,
Nor with lowborn disdain Augment my trials.
Hearts just as pure and fair
May beat in Belgrave Square
As in the lowly air Of Seven Dials! Blue blood! Blue blood! Of what avail art thou To serve me now? Though dating from the Flood, Blue blood!
