A lady has a thousand ways br Of doing nothing all her days, br And so she thinks that they're well spent, br She can be idle and content. br But when I have a holiday br I have forgotten how to play. br I could rest idly under trees br When there's some sun or little breeze br Or if the wind should prove too strong br Could lie in bed the whole day long. br But any leisured girl would say br That that was waste of holiday. br Perhaps if I had weeks to spend br In doing nothing without end, br I might learn better how to shirk br And never want to go to work.