WHEN first my way to fair I took Few pence in purse had I, And long I used to stand and look At things I could not buy. Now times are altered: if I care To buy a thing, I can; The pence are here and here's the fair; But where's the lost young man? -- To think that two and two are four And neither five nor three The heart of man has long been sore And long 'tis like to be. |