Venice

We moved into a nice, new place Our bosom bear much joy so dear A dream our hearts tell tales embrace In name so far, and yet just near They call the village bearable Perhaps to make it memorable For in my mind it rings a bell Not far beyond a golden shell Beloved bard his play was made Where gondolas sail a river And sellers night and day do trade Unafraid of vile demeanor We think that in this place we could Save more of Shylock's interest Not be in debt more than we should That God may spare us from distress Despite the merchant's due unworth; Their romantic lutes sing nimbly Rialtos ply foods of all sort Nearby our holy assembly Well stay a year or two perhaps And swear to pay no sacrifice As sorrows may just fill the gaps For in Venice, life can be nice